A bitter Wichita, Kansas, winter day. The air is hard, and everything tempted to appear in an afternoon hour or two of tepid sunlight moves with recognition of that hardness, circles overhead as if turning an adamant mill wheel (crows), or raises a lavish tail the shape-and I would swear the brittleness-of the ice-fronds on…
Winter Numbers and Selected Poems 1965-1990, poems by Marilyn Hacker (W.W. Norton, forthcoming in Oct.)
James Welch refers to himself as an Indian — not a Native American, not an American Indian — and he is often amused that, while the simple ethnic designation is used as a matter of course on reservations, it causes a furor on university campuses. Part Blackfeet, part Gros Ventre, with some Irish mixed in,…
Because I immigrated to the States from Croatia at the age of twenty, people often ask me why I write in English rather than in Croatian. I give a silly answer that it’s owing to my Achilles’ heel that I do. The less silly-but not tragic-answer takes longer, even though it might start just as…
Women, Animals, and Vegetables, essays and stories by Maxine Kumin (W.W. Norton)
Contributor Spotlight With the poem “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” (p. 144), Rafael Campo makes his second appearance in Ploughshares, but he has been a friend to the journal for many years, volunteering as a staff poetry reader from 1988-92. During and since that period, Campo has established a reputation as a poet in…
We are the Holocaust Girls The Holocaust Girls, the Holocaust Girls We are the Holocaust Girls, We like to dig in the dark. -to the tune of “Lullaby League and Lollypop Guild,” from The Wizard of Oz 1. You don’t have to be Jewish to be a Holocaust Girl. But it helps. It…
Split Horizon, poems by Thomas Lux (Houghton Mifflin)
The City Below, James Carroll’s ninth novel, which chronicles two brothers in Boston during the Kennedy years.
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