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
- 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.
- Travel Notes
By Sandra Larson
A dinosaur dangles over my grandson at the Field Museum near a pink thumb that pops into the prom picture of my granddaughter dressed in strapless red leaving her house in Medina …
- Travel Notes
By Megan Hallinan
The bill in question is actually a 2,000 West African franc note, and it’s the equivalent of about four U.S. dollars. A helpful sum, really, but as I clutch the weathered crinkle in my sweaty palm, its value feels as dirty as the grime that is undoubtedly being transferred to my fingers.
- Poetry
to Egg and Berry brewery, to the pack / of Czechy words I made but didn’t work / in this pink town. I’d readily go back / to your best spots, the unfired gun, that perk //
- Poetry
By Jason Warren
And if the neap tides of my beauty / sadden him, I cannot help it: / I hang high, the waxy night light …
- Poetry
By Anastasia Vassos
Three thousand ancestors ask how I straddle / the sea, a foot on either shore. //
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