Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Malcolm Bott
October 22nd, 2014 | 5:00am

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Malcolm Bott

Mid-May in Galicia. I was expecting rain and gloom but at five in the afternoon the sun is still high as I come down from the dusty hills into the town of Fisterra. Here, the path along the beach into town is made of flat stones that shine so brightly I can barely see. I want to stop someone and ask if this is heaven. I haven’t spoken a word out loud for hours.

October 21st, 2014 | 8:25am

Today were revisiting Katherine JamiesonCandyland After a Neutron Bomb.” Join us at our Issue 08 Launch Party tomorrow, where Katherine will be reading as a special guest!

On August 15th, 1955, a month after Disneyland Park opened its gates, the second theme park to be built in the US lowered its drawbridge for the first time to a humbler fanfare. “Enchanted Forest” was constructed on nineteen acres of farmland on the Baltimore National Pike, a Sunday’s drive from Washington, DC. As the story goes, Howard Harrison Sr. got the idea to build the place after reading nursery tales to his 13 grandchildren, and soon running it became a three-generation family effort. “There are no mechanical rides in the park,” Howard E. Harrison, Jr. told the Baltimore News-Post in an article that appeared on Enchanted Forest’s opening day. “Instead, we hope that the children will enjoy the make-believe figures that are before their eyes.” [Click here to read on...]

October 20th, 2014 | 5:00am

When the planes hit on September 11, 2001, I was in the F train. The conductor made a bland announcement regretting delays following “an incident.” “What incident?” I asked my neighbor. He shrugged. I arrived at my office at BusinessWeek, then at 6th Avenue and 48th Street, and watched the towers collapse on TV. My baby son was home with the sitter, my daughter at kindergarten. My husband was safe. No one I knew was hurt, miraculously. For months, I cried. I was terrified of a subway bombing. I tried to plan how we would evacuate in the event of a nuclear attack.

October 16th, 2014 | 5:00am

Paula Bohince reads her poem, “The Nature of a Hedge,” from Issue 06.

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Steve Guttman NYC
October 15th, 2014 | 7:00am

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Steve Guttman NYC

Today’s service is the blessing of the animals, and the congregation is clustered on the lawn with designer dogs on extendable leashes and mysterious scuttling boxes lined with hand towels and one leopard gecko that, waiting for its blessing, relieves itself on its young owner’s father. He scrubs at his shirt at the sink in the church basement, where J and I are helping to set up for the post-service coffee hour, halving banana bread and quartering bagels and decimating cantaloupe. The man blessed by his son’s gecko may need to be reminded of the copy on the service’s tri-fold program: We do not bless animals to make them holy; we bless them because they are already holy.