Blunt Not the Heart
But there was one thought that he couldn’t shake from his mind. He pictured Peg with bloodied, four-fingered hands trying helplessly to pick up her own thumbs....
Jericho Brown’s PLEASE
As books of poems go, Please, Jericho Brown’s first book, is especially unconcerned with subtlety. This is the book’s biggest weakness, though also perhaps...
Brain Damage
I remember once I clung to a massive accordion-folded curtain in a hotel in Boston, looking out at dangerous weather sweeping in off the Atlantic. My room was...
It Doesn’t Happen Often–But Should We Look At It?
Young children, ages 8-11, were swimming out into the bay, disappearing under the water, and swimming back to the beach where they displayed their tiny...
Gold Without Warning–a three day poetry festival
GWW is a three-day festival of capital-region poets, and features a number of past Phoebe contributors, as well as a few current or former staffers. More details at
My Father at the Mountainside
A whole Saturday I walked back and forth across our slick garage floor to hear those magnificent heels clop. I mouthed the word gambol over and over, mouthed...
Grieving
She wrapped my little hand inside her long, thick fingers and guided me up the aisle toward a line of crying women. When it came my turn to walk up, I...
Why nonfiction?
You’ve probably noticed that Phoebe is taking a big step: We’re now accepting nonfiction submissions.
That’s the...
Are You Sure You Want to Shut Down…?
I stare at electronic screens a lot. I watch television and play video games, and half the time I listen to music I’m mesmerized by iTunes’ Visualizer......