The Light Endures: 13th Balloon by Mark Bibbins
Grief begs to be analogized, not to be tamed exactly, but somehow made approachable.
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Join NOW!Grief begs to be analogized, not to be tamed exactly, but somehow made approachable.
...moreI am standing at the entrance to American History.
...moreThe ocean is deep, unfathomably so. And one can stay on the surface or keep on plumbing the depths.
...moreWe can’t hide from our history and we can’t pass it on to future generations.
...moreI need to feel that I can be a woman and be black in this present cultural climate.
...more1972: War was waging in Vietnam and kids were coming home in boxes. Hippes and yippies went clean for Gene McCarthy, but George McGovern won the democratic nomination. Tricky Dick Nixon was the one for the Republicans and the so-called Silent Majority. I was a sixteen-year-old runaway revolutionary of peace and love, living in a commune, […]
...moreThe big crowd stretched form the gold-domed State House to Park Street. I had the urgent feeling that we were part of something. That we counted.
...moreI hate it when men talk about Mary Gaitskill. I call for a permanent moratorium on men gassily discoursing on Mary Gaitskill.
...moreThese are memories, packaged, dusted, shrink-wrapped, and worn. How strange are they for the man to whom they belonged?
...moreAnne Helen Petersen’s Scandals of Classic Hollywood column is consistently one of the best features at The Hairpin, even for those among us who have never heard of any of these actors because we barely have the attention span to sit through a modern-day movie, let alone one in black and white where the married […]
...morePeople keep telling me that books are in danger of disappearing. E-books, Kindles, iPads will replace the object of the book as we know it. I’m not worried.
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