A journal of rediscovery
– In the 1790s, fifty-two residents of Farmington, Connecticut, chiseled their names onto a rock in the forest. They had just received inoculation for smallpox. Infected by the virus and then quarantined for days, they had time to kill. They socialized and received a few visitors on a large, flat
– PY: I understand you were visiting the Prado Museum in Madrid, Spain, when you came across the painting “St. Dominic de Guzman and the Albigensians.” Can you talk about the experience you had with this painting which eventually led to your poem “Whose Mouth is Fire”? PA: I have a habit of writing
– Thank you to everyone who stopped by the Poor Yorick table at the AWP 2015 Bookfair in Minneapolis. Thank you also to those of you who took the time to view our 1932 Vogue magazine and write a 6 word short. Here are some of the shorts. Apologies if
Phillip Aijian’s poem glows with the human soul and burning books. … Continue readingWhose Mouth is Fire by Phillip Aijian
– [What] kind of life [is] possible for a young woman who has come of age on the last vestige of the frontier…who has absorbed its values…lived up to its harsh physical demands?…Such a young woman can never accept the constraints of a traditional female role and yet she can
Continue readingFamily History Series: Reading Between the Lines of a 1907 Excelsior Diary