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Daddy Drinks

I gave my dad a whiskey flask for Christmas. He laughed. He’s never had a taste for whiskey. But because I gave it to him, he treasured it. He brought it to work and showed it off, trying to hide the proud pucker of his smile. It had my school crest on it. When I was small, I would be jealous of my cousin (a ...

Adam Cooper on Sarah Breisch

Sarah Breisch's poem is born of decision. (By decision I mean the opposite of indecision: the mood of taking one’s attitude from the reality that one goes to meet. An indecisive mood directs itself toward this or that self-proposed goal, and fails again and again to sense the necessity and reality of what it encounters. Reveries ...

And With a Fit

And with a fit of overwhelming story, a recollection of your rage and glory: is it possible—do you think?— to decline, when you sink to the bottom of your past, the invitation, which comes at last, of Forgetting?   by Sean P. Mahoney Original bio from the Midsummer 2007: Sean Mahoney requires no ...

hearth gods

gram and pop have been so long, it’s hard to imagine that they’ve gone, no longer rocking in their chairs, knitting or napping, jawing there. when mom and dad finally split, they stowed us with them in week-long visits, and gram was stone-silent, while pop came to crackle, roaring with talk. he’d built the entire ...