A journal of rediscovery
A fictional reenactment of the pilgrims’ first day ashore in the New World, on what is now the Provincetown Peninsula at the end of Cape Cod. … Continue reading“From the Found Journal of Captain Miles Standish” by Richard LeBlond
When history unfolds before our eyes, someone captures in words what our emotions cannot articulate. Words curate history. … Continue reading“Words Matter” by Ellen O’Donnell
Walter Cronkite ends the news with the number of American & Viet Cong dead, so older girls in bell bottoms fear for their boyfriends and brothers … Continue reading“I Don’t Know Anyone in the War” by Karen Schubert
The Moving Man Said This house is haunted, and then he sat down my couch.He said it casually, like a comment on the late Octobersnow, heavy and wet—perfect for pining aloneover a man who will never come to the door. Perfect for wrapping blanket upon blanket and pretendingthe warmth is
King Sing Street No king has ever walked the streetor sung there, but it does seem regal,nestled in royally outside the blue house that has become a historic landmark,even if only known by a handful of citizens.Students from a local art school draw the street and the house with precisionand
Out of one window you can see a whole pasture, waving, the name of which I’m not sure I ever knew. … Continue reading“Windowsill” by Carrie Jewell
As I begin my second semester of the MFA program at Western Connecticut State University, I am excited to start writing my thesis. I’ve chosen to write a screenplay about my grandfather’s life growing up in Poland during World War II, the country’s seizure by Nazi Germany, and how my grandfather’s life changed because of the trauma he experienced. … Continue readingUncovering My Grandfather’s Past by Michaela Lawlor
by Kevin Hudson – In March of 1839, Samuel F. B. Morse was in Paris attempting to secure a patent on his new electric telegraph. During his stay, he met with Louis Jacques Mandé Daguerre, an inventor who had worked under Nicéphore Niépce, the father of photography. Morse invited Daguerre to a demonstration
In 1975, when I was ten years old, my parents drove my three older brothers and me down to Sandusky, Ohio, to Cedar Point Amusement Park. We lived just north of Detroit, and Sandusky was only an hour south as the crow flies. Lake Erie borders that corner between Michigan
The roundabout road that led me to start digging deep at the Woody Guthrie Archives began well over forty years before the site opened… … Continue readingWhy Marjorie? by Laura B. Hayden