Monthly Archives: May 2021

“. . . and I doze here, dreaming that something lies under a suburban lawn, waiting to change my life . . .”

Posted on May 19, 2021 by Kate Stover

Henry Taylor’s poem “The Muse Once More” continues: “…to draw me away from what I chose too long ago to forsake it now on some journey out of legend, to smuggle across the world’s best-guarded borders this token, whatever it … Continue reading →

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“It occurred to me how curious it was that books are so often written about as if they were toasters.”

Posted on May 11, 2021 by Kate Stover

Toasters? In Anne Fadiman’s world, there is a difference between useful objects such as toasters and important things that you want to maintain a connection with, such as books. She loves books. As a writer, and the daughter of parents … Continue reading →

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“No way those girls could have turned out halfway normal.”

Posted on May 3, 2021 by Kate Stover

“Those girls” are the Vignes twins, who at a very young age, saw five white men lynching their black father. The neighbors predicted that the girls couldn’t be “right” afterwards, and indeed, both girls went on to make many questionable … Continue reading →

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