Recently added articles from Harvard Review:
West Avenue.(Poem)
Jun 01, 2009; ... <Pre> The morning after the hurricane left-- the same morning Foxy Brown discovered the night before she'd gone deaf and staggered into the kitchen to bang a pan against the oven and wonder where the sound had gone when it left it-- here, in South Beach, it was winter: leaves in the ...
We Were Hardly Angels.(Short story)
Jun 01, 2009; ... THE TRUTH IS THAT WE MIGHT NEVER have found the picture if it hadn't been for the bats, which--contrary to popular belief, Freddie told us--do not build nests but simply roost. Perhaps. But somebody or something had been building up there. You could see the twigs poking out along the ...
Blink Once.(Poem)
Jun 01, 2009; ... <Pre> At fifteen I was what's called bookish-- I had a recurring dream of an owl lecturing on the Surrealists, and I always woke from it happy. I spent that entire summer running the projector in the library basement-- silent movies for the kids on vacation, cold coffee and ...
Leica.(Poem)
Jun 01, 2009; ... <Pre> Through the viewfinder's view a second frame comes into view, framed by the single panel of the window's edges where the wood meets the pane of glass. The eye's ledge suspends mostly sky due to the window's height and the position of her body lying on the nearby bed, ...
Editorial.(Editorial)
Jun 01, 2009; ... WHEN I WAS A GRADUATE STUDENT in Australia I used to teach in a course we called "Humanizing the Engineers." It was a big class, and a required one, and it was team-taught by a group of junior instructors in various humanities fields. For all these reasons it was never going to be a very ...