Category Archives: Broadside

Broadside #47 – (Winter 2017 / 17.2)

Posted on February 15, 2017 by

Broadside #47 (Winter 2017 / 17.2) Catherine McNamara Asunder He parks the rental car at the train station, which is a post-Fascist box with marble planes, diminished by concrete extensions on either side. After the unchecked sensuality of the Baroque … Continue reading →

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Broadside #46 – (Winter 2017 / 17.1)

Posted on February 1, 2017 by

Broadside #46 (Winter 2017 / 17.1) Lily Herman Red Talk to me about red honey: That psychoactive syrup culled from Himalayan bees who feed on the poisonous white rhododendron. How only a little of the toxic honey will peel back … Continue reading →

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Broadside #45 (Fall 2016 / 16.11)

Posted on November 16, 2016 by

Broadside #45 (Fall 2016 / 16.11) Stella Pierides The Path At the top of the stairway snaking up the hill, a white-washed chapel and an olive tree. Blinding sunlight. Some way to go yet. The stony stairs are narrow, a couple … Continue reading →

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Broadside #44 (Fall 2016 / 16.10)

Posted on November 3, 2016 by

Broadside #44 (Fall 2016 / 16.10) Melissa McEwen Angels It’s not always a downer or dangerous to live       here like they show you on the news. What they don’t show you, can’t show you is the feel good       feeling I … Continue reading →

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Broadside #43 – (Winter 2016 / 16.3)

Posted on February 29, 2016 by

Broadside #43 (Winter 2016 / 16.3) Tracey Upchurch The Stone Baby Fourteen weeks. I felt you; they said you’d be too small but my belly trembled under your feet. I sensed your entrapment, your restlessness, your need to feel and … Continue reading →

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Broadside #42 – (Winter 2016 / 16.2)

Posted on February 15, 2016 by

Broadside #42 (Winter 2016 / 16.2) Charlotte Matthews Night Paver’s Song I’ll admit I like the time alone, this glass cabin, such stillness, the chance to mull things over.  Slow as salt it’ll be years before I know what I … Continue reading →

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Broadside #41 (Fall 2015 / 15.21)

Posted on October 30, 2015 by

Broadside #41 (Fall 2015 / 15.21) Eileen Merriman Clickety Clack   -240 On the first day they sat in a lecture theatre with a skeleton. The Dean said there were one hundred and eighty medical students. He asked if they … Continue reading →

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