A son approaching middle age looks back on a volatile relationship with his father.
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Posted inEssays & Criticism, Feature, Nonfiction, Story
Wrestling With My Father
Brian Gresko considers the lingering consequences when the only touches between father and son are abusive ones.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Nonfiction, Quotes
Why the Most Beautiful Poems Defy Understanding
“In a poem, we feel what is there, but also what is not.”
Posted inEditor's Pick
What My Father’s Death Taught Me about Poetry
Matthew Zapruder examines his relationship with poetry and with his father. Despite being two men with great facility for precise language, they were unable to use it to bridge the distance between them. In likening poems to people, Zapruder posits that the most beautiful thing about the poems most important to him is that their […]
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Unknowable Dads: A Father’s Day Reading List
For retailers, fathers have simple needs: books, steaks, gadgets. But the dads most of us grew up with, and without, are a more inscrutable lot.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Story
The High-Water Mark: The Battle of Gettysburg, the Jersey Shore, and the Death of My Father
Contemplating history, family, and today’s America, Dane A. Wisher tells the story of spreading his father’s ashes on the battlefield at Gettysburg National Park and coming to terms with his life and death.
Posted inNonfiction, Story
The Man Who Put Down Clay
How do you get to know a father — or a man — who defines himself by one single, insurmountable achievement?
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The Man Who Put Down Clay
How do you get to know a father — or a man — who defines himself by one single, insurmountable achievement?
Posted inNonfiction, Quotes
A Father’s New Face
Writing for New York magazine, Steve Fishman tells the story of the most extensive face transplant yet performed, including the entire scalp, ears, and eyelids, and the two men involved.
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Gravity
‘My daughter doesn’t have a father, or, she has two fathers, since I don’t know which man her father is. One of her fathers says it’s like Schrödinger’s cat in there.’