1950

1950

at nightmy mother bathed me in a white tubscrubbed me with white soaprubbed me in a white towelhugged and plugged meinto pajamas and the white sheets an act so kindso commonit barely even happened  
Home Again, Home Again

Home Again, Home Again

The children are back, the children are back— They’ve come to take refuge, exhale and unpack; The marriage has faltered, the job has gone bad, Come open the door for them, Mother and Dad.   The city apartment is leaky and cold, The landlord lascivious, greedy and old—...
Waterways: Behind the Exhibition

Waterways: Behind the Exhibition

You can draw a lake or paint the ocean, film a rainstorm or a blizzard, sculpt the contours of a river’s path. But how can you express the essence of water? It’s slippery. Definitions of water mostly describe what it isn’t: colorless, odorless, tasteless, transparent....
Fiberglass Menagerie

Fiberglass Menagerie

It’s a crisp autumn day in the small town of Sparta, Wisconsin, and Darren Schauf is showing off the tools of his trade: around six hundred very large fiberglass molds strewn across a five-acre field. Most of the fiberglass molds are oversized versions of recognizable...