It just so happens to be at this point . . . The television’s on, muted. And the ocean reduces its face. Ebb upon ebb, Soap after soap, each retreating, fleet. Close-ups remit themselves but reducing, rude. Waves rescind themselves from the shore. to the tube. Faces floating, cellophaning like Retreat from the mile-markers. Denude […]
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Susan Briante: NJ Transit’s Northeast Corridor: A Literary Memoir
A Life magazine cover from July 28, 1967 depicts the body of an African-American child crumpled in the street. A pool of his blood stains the pavement beneath him. His face lies in shadow, his wound unseen. His small fingers curl toward the camera. A headline proclaims: “Newark: The Predictable Insurrection.” My mother drinks coffee […]