January 1, 1996

Dazzle

By Jay Rogoff

For such blue this dazzle   what sacrifice? None   too great, none.       Let liars in public trust go free?       All day!          Saints tear          singer and soothsayer?             Wives             and husbands strop knives   in the jealous […]

January 1, 1996

Orpheus

By Mark Irwin

Before the end, before the lovers spoke only in numbers, before the photographs replaced memory, before vanity became a form of passion and chic men and women stood idly before […]

January 1, 1996

Harriet Strong (1844-1926)

By Phebe Davidson

Harriet Strong devoted twenty years to marriage, suffering a severe nervous disorder until age forty, when her husband committed suicide. She then became a celebrated entrepreneur.   —(from an abstract […]

January 1, 1996

The Land of the Dead

By Lewis Hyde

I. Coyote’s Impulse    In the winter of 1929-30, Archie Phinney went to the Fort Lapwai Indian reservation in northeastern Idaho to record stories told by his sixty-year-old mother, Wayfilatpu, […]

January 1, 1996

Orpheus in the Underworld

By Sherod Santos

Special Section: Orpheus. Descending.   Still jet lagged after a fourteen-hour transatlantic flight held over at Logan while the weather cleared, his night-long fitful tossing in the hotel has at […]

January 1, 1996

Sacred Waters

By Marjorie Stelmach

The sun has only a short way to fall behind the Italian Alps, but full dark is a long time coming. These endless evenings draw the ill and elderly out […]

January 1, 1996

The Outer Banks

By Jay Rogoff

We walked out to watch the sun set into the sound, sinking sullen feet into the sand.   The sun gleamed with a cooling flame like memory, like an apparition […]

January 1, 1996

Pure Ereshkigal

By Kat Snider Blackbird

I thought I’d drive out to the slaughterhouse to get me a real meat hook, but now that won’t be necessary because day before yesterday, working her wise and wicked […]

January 1, 1996

This Third Light

By Marjorie Stelmach

Skin of green-black glint, mosaic wings: this housefly, old beyond hope or exhausted from how many stabs at the glass, performs slow death on my sill in a stumble of […]