Fiction, Essay, Photography … Sometimes Vampires
One hang-up for NJ residents (and we have many) is an aversion to being perceived as tourists during time spent in New York City. Because we're savvy! We can navigate the Subway (with no help from MTA, like actually audible announcements of station stops). We are ready for the crush of people and the bright… Continue reading Beauty Behind the Scenes
Growing up, we were a Point Pleasant Day Trip Family, but mostly for the Boardwalk. We liked the softserve icecream in a fresh hot waffle, and playing the game of Frogs. For lying on the beach we were Avon-By-the-Sea daytrippers. Later, we became yearly pass-carriers for Sandy Hook, since it's a State Park and has… Continue reading The Sad Magic of a Beach Town in Winter
After being snowed in, cooped up, and barricaded against a week-long Polar Vortex, I have come to appreciate the simple joy of being able to walk out of the house. I live within walking distance of a free-of-charge art museum on campus. I work along the Atlantic Ocean. I can watch the sun set over… Continue reading Fresh Air
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Life After Rugby
By Eileen G’Sell
Gold Wake Press, 2017
$15.95
ISBN: 978-1640084650
Eileen G’Sell’s poetry collection “Life After Rugby” (Gold Wake Press, 2018, $14.95, 74 pages) presents moments of wonder and pain through vocabulary and forms certain to enchant. The dedication of the collection includes two quotations to set the tone: one from Simone Weil about the fleeting beauty of the world, and this one from Mike Tyson: “There’s nothing more deadly and proficient than a happy fighter.”
With these fierce words in mind the reader is greeted by the first poem, “Follow the Girl in the Red Boots,” a sublime invitation to forget what “plenty of people” do, say or expect. There’s magic in the closing stanza:
The entire poem celebrates…
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It's not exactly a secret that in the nonprofit world, grants ends and positions dissolve and people move on. After five years, this was the fate of the urban youth development program I worked at. Grieve and mourn are heavy words and I feared them, staved them off as long as I could. Then I… Continue reading Flowers for the Dead
Last thoughts from Arizona: I learned you can read up on lost gold fortunes in a hokey desert gift shop, or see exposed mine car lines along the Superstition Mountains. A used book shelf sits in one overlooked corner of an overpacked tchotchke store. Here, I found a true gem. This is an illustrated edition… Continue reading An Astronomer-Poet in the Superstitions
Arcosanti made me question the ways I think about community and communal living, and how deeply I live out my environmentalist beliefs.
