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......
Telling Our Stories
Lisa Tracy's most recent book, Objects of Our Affection, is a work that combines history and memoir to tell the tale of objects that are part of...
Honest Conversation: the state of online publishing
I watched for a bit, then got bored and exited the window.
Frankly, a lot of literary online publishing today strikes me as similarly problematic......