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Jonathan Holden

Fall 1989

Pope’s House

By Jonathan Holden

Everything goes like clockwork in Pope’s house. Outdoors, I watch a ridge go up in smoke. In here, it’s calm. Everything’s methodical. There’s not a sound. I’ve never seen lumber […]

Fall 1989

First Day of School

By Jonathan Holden

Like some petty official in his suit the new geometry teacher confronts a solid stare—thirty ninth-grade boys, the sum of their cold curiosity. He remembers all too well when he […]

Winter 1986

An Introduction to New Jersey

By Jonathan Holden

The Eskimo has fifty words for snow.    (an anthropological truism) Consider our gentler tundra,say U.S. 3 West, near midnight,the slow, spiraling climbout of Lincoln Tunnel—how as you rise the wholemidtown skyline […]

Winter 1986

Ulysses and the Sirens

By Jonathan Holden

I never had much curiosityabout that first queasy stepdown on the moon. But who hasn’thankered secretly to know exactlywhat Ulysses heard or saw?Who hasn’t envied him a little,shackled to his […]

Winter 1986

The History of the Wedge

By Jonathan Holden

In the brisk, pleasant voice of a surgeonintroducing his choice operationthe Air Force assured us how strictlyprofessional it is: Armament,radius, objective: each word neutralas a steel tool rinsed and drawn […]

Winter 1986

Jealousy

By Jonathan Holden

Jealousy is no more a form of paranoiathan is any other art form that would locatesome pattern in our experience.              W. H. FINN Without it nothing would make enough sense.Alone, he […]