Winter Poem Frederick Morgan We made love on a winter afternoon and when we woke, hours had turned and changed, the moon was shining, and the earth was new. The city, with its lines and squares, was gone: our room had placed itself on a small hill surrounded by dark woods frosted in snow and […]

A Difference of Fifty-Three Years by Noel Peattie Here is a magazine called Seventeen. It comes out on the stands every month. The girl on each cover is welcome as cherry pie; she’s tubbed, pure, her hair is up, or ribboned. Her life is all dresses, parties, and little pink wishes. She says to the […]

Among His Effects We Found a Photograph by Ed Ochester My mother is beautiful as a flapper. She is so in love that she has been gazing secretly at my father for forty years. He’s in uniform, with puttees and swagger stick, a tiny cork mustache bobbing above a shoreline of teeth. They are “poor […]