The day has come when my mother
no longer knows me.
It comes on a day of dying
paperwhites, crumpled
like words torn from a typewriter.
“The Day Has Come When My Mother,” by Cathy Song Read More »
The day has come when my mother
no longer knows me.
It comes on a day of dying
paperwhites, crumpled
like words torn from a typewriter.
Laurence Goldstein remembers Arthur Miller; Arthur Miller on airport protocol; Robert A. Rosenstone on Soviet tourism; Lucia Perillo on healing; James Naremore on A.I. Artificial Intelligence; Martha Bayles on folk music; an interview with Alistair MacLeod Fiction by Ronald Frame, J. Alicia Shank Poetry by Lawrence Joseph, Courtney Mandryk, Mark Halliday, Arnold Weinstein, Elizabeth Rees,
MQR 44:2 | Spring 2005 Read More »
Laurence Goldstein remembers Arthur Miller; Arthur Miller on airport protocol; Robert A. Rosenstone on Soviet tourism; Lucia Perillo on healing; James Naremore on A.I. Artificial Intelligence; Martha Bayles on folk music; an interview with Alistair MacLeod Fiction by Ronald Frame, J. Alicia Shank Poetry by Lawrence Joseph, Courtney Mandryk, Mark Halliday, Arnold Weinstein, Elizabeth Rees,
