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Sonnet: “He called himself Blatchford Sarnemington…” (by Mitch Sisskind)
He called himself Blatchford Sarnemington That night they all ate pork rinds. Name from ‘The Scandal Detectives,’ Fitzgerald story From Minnesota days. Yearning, yearning, None better than Scott put yearning on a page So…
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Much Depends on Dinner: Cooking with Sloane Miller
all photos©Christopher Labzda Sloane Miller and I were in grad school together though she studied poetry and I prose. Since then, she's used her love of language and writing, food and cooking to transform…
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Four Contagious Poems by Tina Kelley
When I sit down to write poems, which isn't often enough, I like to prime the pump by reading poems that inspire me, that have playful rhythms that stick in my head like a…
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The Decoy Sentence
It is getting more difficult to tell the serious stories from the humor stories in The New Yorker. For example, which of the following sentences from the November 29 issue is (a) deliberately funny,…
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Home by Tina Kelley
This was the driveway my bachelor uncle would walk down from the chicken house, whistling “Beautiful Dreamer,” the loveliest thing he did. This was the stoop, surrounded by boxwood, where Granny sat…
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Happy 100th Birthday, Johnny Mercer
It’s Johnny Mercer’s birthdayfrom Natchez to Mobilein the cool cool cool of the eveningvery cool with Barbara Leasinging Marian McPartland playingthe greatest revenge songs of all time hooray and hallelujahyou had it comin’ to…
