A Moveable Commons

A Moveable Commons

She said something about Josh, who was asleep on my shoulder. Such a sweet boy. Those eyes. I thanked her, asked if she had kids. A daughter, she said, eighteen. Was it hard, her daughter leaving home? Yes. When she looked at her did she still see the three year old the daughter used to be? Yes again.

The Ultimate End-of-Life Plan

The Ultimate End-of-Life Plan

My mother died shortly before her 85th birthday, in a quiet hospital room in Connecticut. One of my brothers was down the hall, calling me in California to say, too late, that it was time to jump on a plane. We were not a perfect family. She did not die a perfect death. But she died a “good-enough” death, thanks to choices she made earlier that seemed brutal at the time.

For You

For You

Maureen N. McLane’s poem “For You” appeared in the April 27, 2015 issue of The New Yorker.  A two-time BMC alum, she is the author of three books of poetry, including 2014 National Book Award finalist This Blue (FSG, 2014). Her book My Poets (FSG, 2012), a hybrid of memoir and criticism, was a finalist for the National Critics Circle Award for autobiography. She teaches at New York University and loves the Adirondacks—Blue Mountain Center in particular.

Coming of Age in the Time of the Hoodie

Coming of Age in the Time of the Hoodie

Earlier this year I decided to read Joe Brainard’s cult classic, I Remember. The book had long intrigued me for I had heard that it was widely taught in creative writing courses and was a favorite of many authors, including several well-known authors whose work I admire. I was immediately drawn to Brainard’s style, each line starting with the words “I remember.” As I read it, I found myself jotting down remembrances of my own, complementing Brainard’s memories of America with my memories of Nigeria.

Blue Mountain Lake

Black water dotted with stars—all
there is. I push my paddle
into the lake and pull the water