Volume 10, Number 2
contents
Fiction
- "A Wedding" by Debbie Danielpour Chapel
- "The House of Boys" by Sandra Shea
Memoir
- Jo McDougall, from "Daddy's Money"
- Tehila Lieberman, "Border Crossing"
- Perry Glasser, "Sweet Dreams of you—Patsy Cline, a Rock 'n' Roll Memoir"
Poetry
Gail Mazur, Lola Haskins, Abigail Cloud, Dawn Potter, Richard Wollman, Rachel Hadas, Joshua Weitz, Sarah M. Brownsberger, Erin Gay, Wendy Mnookin, Joyce Peseroff, Elaine Walters McFerron, Lisa Beskin, Kristina Martinez, Frannie Lindsay, Sima Rabinowitz, Kasey Jueds, Dorinda Wegener, Ellen Davis, Jessica Greenbaum, Gillian Cummings, Preston Hood, Catherine Wiley, Donna Puccini, Hilary Sideris
Review/Essay
"Trajectories" by Valerie Duff-Strautmann: Review of Where She Always Was by Frannie Lindsay and Realm of the Possible by Sharon Dolin.
Excerpts
"Black Irish" by Abigail Cloud
- The blight on us:
- the bastard son, the innkeeper's daughter.
- Our escape from the battle. My hair,
- the quiet of our distance.
- The borders. My love, I will lose you.
- Our bread, my soot, your feet.
- The ground's sickness; the timbers
- of the vessel.
"Border Crossing" (excerpt) by Tehila Lieberman
There is a tank in my living room. It stands about three feet long and one foot tall and its turret holds a soldier who carefully aims his gun at my piano. Coming to deposit or pick up their kids, Cambridge parents stop short. In the capital of East Coast political correctness, a huge remote-control tank forms a separation fence between us. Some parents go quiet, beginning to wonder, I'm sure, about our politics. Others laugh uncomfortably as if we have just planted the greatest joke. In a city where it would not be strange for a parent to call prior to a play date to verify that we don't keep guns in the house—and they would usually mean toy guns—a tank is an embarrassment. Still in its packaging, it doesn't know what to do here. The cat chews at it, unafraid...
...This replica was a gift to my son from his seven cousins in Elon Moreh. They had come to New York for a Sabbath on which my father was being honored by his synagogue, and they had simply brought the biggest and best present they could find for their cousin whom they had met only once, briefly, two years before.