To our worldwide Anglophone friends, please allow a moment of indulgence. From our archive, a dulcet-piquant remembrance all well-aware and well-founded in its multifaceted tremolo: Roberta Hatcher’s “American Notebook.”
…And so summer became officially a thing. Turning points are reached, even if their significance is not fully realized just then. We’re delighted today to steer you to this selection from the archive: Karen Weyant’s “Phoebe Cates’s Bikini.”
Sunday is indeed the longest day of the year (here in the north). As the ground moves into the long climb toward perihelion, keep in mind this poem from the archive by Jennifer Markell: “My Father Fell for FDR.”
This poem originally appeared in SC 3.2.
Oh readers, read on.
We are fans of magical thinking, and we are fans of thinking magic. Conjured from the archive today: Nicholas Miller’s telekinetic flash, “Unbending.”
This flash fiction originally appeared in SC 3.1. Your own excellent copy can be had here, or if you’re an e-reader, download. The best thing to do if you want to find out what the deal is with dads? Subscribe, of course. And. Read on!
Stay up late, stay up late, stay up late, keep a torch by the bedside. In the best version of summer, much growing is done, much is learned by doing. Here’s Janeen Pergrin Rastall’s pointillistic “With the Prick of a Pin”: