Issue Twelve

Portraits of a University: It seems to me that there are no great American cities without great Universities.” –John Simpson more »
Oh, the sadness of fallen trees by K.W. Frome photos by dellas: On Sunday, we were told that FEMA was coming... more »
Frederick Law Olmsted and the Art of Unbending by Thomas H. Yorty: “Olmsted’s path through young adulthood into mid-life is one of the remarkable 19th century tales of American wanderlust.” more »
The Twilight of Classical Music by JoAnn Falletta: "We can hardly escape from the harbingers of doom in books, magazine and newspapers who avidly proclaim the state of crisis into which the music world has fallen...” more »
Between Hope and Midnight by Thomas J. Harrison: “It squats behind New York City’s Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts, behind its red carpets and chandeliers, a large cube of browned steel and dull glass, as if fashioned from building scraps...” more »
Mr. Completely by lj diBernardo: Ask front man Terry Sullivan what he would be doing today had he not become a musician, and you’ll get one of two responses... more »
“Two Jews in Search of Song” by Zale Bernstein: “Leonard Cohen’s songs, while not spirituals per say, in their sensuality and spirituality reflect some of the same qualities that absorb the listener.” more »
“Let’s Hear it for the Pathologist” by Vincent McConeghy: “The formal narrative of Michael Anthony Gimbrone, Jr.’s career reads as a tour de force of scientific achievement...” more »
“On Samosas” by Melissa Lambert: “The rain is dripping and drizzling its way across my car windshield as I turn into the half-full parking lot of the only Indian restaurant in this small college town in Utah.” more »
Poetry: by Karen Lee Lewis: There is something to be said / for frugality in language... more »
“The Little Black Dress” by Judy Sperry: Perhaps Chanel tailored the enigmatic sheathe to accommodate her contradictory lifestyle. more »
“Sabres in Traffic” A pictorial essay
Letter from the editor: Written in the snow on the wrought iron table top below my window, neatly, in large letters was this: more »