“Good poetry seems too simple and natural a thing that when we meet it we wonder that all men are not always poets. Poetry is nothing but healthy speech,” says Henry David Thoreau. Open: Journal of Arts & Letters agrees that this is a simple and natural assumption.
Luanne Castle Eurydice "Water Music #24" by Roger Camp I couldn’t open my eyes this morning, although I tried to flip up my lids with my forehead and temple muscles. Because my tongue [...]
Luanne Castle Waterland "Water Music #22" by Roger Camp In the b&w my mother stands on the steep lakeshore, her back to the tall weeds and the turbid water below. The newborn in [...]
Luanne Castle Imagine This Portrait "Water Music #6" by Roger Camp Think of him as the ice she slid on to the center of the world And the worldly air she projected during [...]
Irina Mashinski A Sketch "The Guest" by Azam Atakhanov. They leave - and then don't leave, tawny, they fall but pause. At noon Jonathan Schwartz says: Here is Sinatra. They leave and write [...]
William Ellis Lost "Drifting Winds" by Patricia Finley You asked your son to leave, but for a long time after, you waited for him to call. A few emails came, but months apart, [...]
Matt Miller Hannah in Effigy “Though she’s all but forgotten today, Hannah Duston was probably the first American woman to be memorialized in a public monument… The mystery of why Americans came to see patriotic [...]
Henry Bladon Utrillo’s Window Maurice Utrillo was born in 1888 in the middle of the Impressionist Era. He died in 1955 having lived through some of the most exciting movements in 20th century art. [...]
Anne Whitehouse In the Necropolis In the cemetery of Beit She’arim inside a tomb from the third century paved with mosaic and decorated with wildlife reliefs is carved an inscription commemorating a local resident. The [...]
David B. Prather Hey, Zeus "A Young Street Urchin at Rest" by Georgios Jakobides Where have you been keeping yourself? I imagine you naked and proud seated upon your throne, your home populated [...]
Jean Ryan A Few Words for My Father "Untitled" by Sonia Ferradj The news of your death brought no ripples of sadness— no satisfaction either, though it might have. I did wonder what [...]
