Winter delivered this morning's pallor: a glint of steel in gloved hands, hydrant skulls, sparrows dropping from their laden gates and latticed pines, pibald and waiting. But when the name that clattered to my lips released a team of white geldings, snow-driven, manes blown toward the narrow line of windbreaks, I could believe in pure…
In a few days I identified them— the bright-colored males floating and dipping toward the silver-green hedge rows where their nests teeter. Mostly yellow with black feathers fastened to bodies flying up to the elms, then down: Against batiste clouds, bright topaz stones set into the blue-fabric sky. I drove among them day after day…
In the hushed time before everyone awakes and your hands enter the day with their ceaseless journey between table and sink, you muse over coffee, your own self rising like a flame. Your hands are the lathes and beams of the house with its corridors, its marble steps threading so many stories; the top floor…
I lead him back through the dark wing, past ice-ferned windows to the hearth. For a while he wants to know more about the harpoons and the portraits on the walls. We have come from the grim beach, where edging out on the ice as far as we dared, we could see these windows shining…
I Migrations I've often seen the kildeer on her grounded nest. In pastures she fluttered, fearful under the rush and noise of my father's machines. I know her circus performance, limping away in a primitive gait, a ruse to save her young. My parents' migration last year from farm to acreage, from stove to silver…
In Memoriam: Columbia Military Academy 1905-1978 The itch of blue sky covers me like wool. If I look quickly I'll see the thin shadows running from themselves, the battalions of light blowing away with the years. The bugle boy with one eye winks as if to say, “Forgive.” The flag unfurls atop the brass…
MASTHEAD Directors DeWitt Henry Peter O'Malley Coordinating Editors for This Issue Richard Tillinghast George Garrett Managing Editor Joyce Peseroff CONTRIBUTORS Tom Alderson is a native of east Tennessee. After graduating from Vanderbilt, he served as a paratrooper and as a Russian-speaking Army Intelligence officer. He is now in the School of the Arts at Columbia…
A constable walked up and down on the pavement below the open windows. Inside, the party of eight had finished dinner and sat drinking brandy by the windows over-looking the Park. Someone in the room suggested that they each tell the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to them. The hostess spoke first, while…
Take up your cross and don't cross me. I just xeroxed my hand, veins, bones and all. See, it's blue now, my doctor says, because the sky, by mistake, mirage or otherwise, he says, is the color, arteries, of the sun's eyes. Take up your cross and follow (why me?) to the Flannery Theater. Redshift…
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