I worked for most of my publishing life on a 1923 cast-iron Underwood upright given to me by my grandfather when I was twelve.
A few years back, the only man in Omaha who knew how to repair it died. I purchased this HP contraption and used it as a word processor until a few weeks ago when the post office raised the price of postage again.
I decided to join the 21st century. It’s a tad scary. Things move very quickly on this side of tomorrow. And there is occasional grace – I have found YouTube!
Issue 06 · August 2009
Table of contents
- From the editors
- Poetry
- Postcard Prose
- The History of Western Medicine by Lee Goodman
- Education by Pallavi Sharma Dixit
- Getting Rich by Deborah Diemont
- Greetings from Fredrick by Fredrick Zydek
- Travel Notes
More from The Journal
- Poetry
I faced her toward the river in a shirt/or mid-length camisole. That’s all I had/ to work with in a minute’s time and dirt./ She gives the composition something bad/ to hold against a shadow on the wall.
- Postcard Prose
By Sherry O' Keefe
Beauty is. We are driving back from my daughter’s birthday dinner at the Chop House on the far
side of town. The roads are slick with iced dew from falling snow.
- Postcard Prose
By Sherry O' Keefe
I pick my path through the deep snow and kneel. Mittens off, macro setting on, I still my breath and focus on the shot. The world as I know it freezes, catches its breath and waits for Mother in a Red Coat to snap her shot
- Poetry
By Craig Cotter
I'm approaching 200 stitches in my career/ since going down the ice hill we made/opening a fire hydrant/ in Drayton Plains, Michigan / lectured by a fireman/ who was quite hot.
- Poetry
By Michael Bazzett
This is how I study history. I go there./
I see the sights and smell the smells/
which often entail fresh/
dung, spring/
rain, and copious animal odors.
- Postcard Prose
By Kelly Hill
Trying to wrap my mind around living on a tropical island for thirteen years and never once seeing the ocean, I stumbled through my Indonesian vocabulary to say, It’s good. It’s big.
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