N’Yawk, N’Yawk: City Where My Fathers Wrote

by Thomas E. Kennedy

Originally published on January 28, 2008

“Back then, it was Manhattan that called to young writers from around the country and across the rivers, when it was still possible to find a cheap garret and hunker down to write through freezing winters and steaming summers.”

Ornament

by George O'Connell

Originally published on January 23, 2008

In a corner of the parking lot, a small forest waiting to be chipped, balsam, spruce, Scotch pine shouldered together in the hard January light, some still aglint with stray tinsel, needle and bough a scumble of brushstrokes against the sky’s blue page, here and there a wreath, painted pinecone, smuggled sack of leaves. The [...]

Birds Hitting Glass

by Anne Pierson-Wiese

Originally published on January 23, 2008

On the way to my job the other day I saw a pigeon sail out of the park on a tide of morning light, coast weightless across the wide street and swoop smack into the glass wall of a bus stop shelter. There was the soft sound of a pillow being punched, the bird slid [...]