By MICHAEL PETTIT BWR Editor 1981-1982 What is not Watson? Who? Isn’t he you, imagining yourself Watson? Watson, Alexander Graham Bell said, come here, I want you. So the telephone was born, and telemarketers calling strangers at what they no doubt know...
By TJ BEITELMAN BWR Editor 2000-2001 This is the story of his life he drew up around himself: what catches his interest will not hold his interest. That part is a given. One man’s sneeze. Another man’s bow tie.——I just talked to Ellen I just talked to Ellen I...
By LYNN DOMINA BWR Poetry Editor, 1984-1985 Carole says choose an image and so I choose this African elephant. I want to lay my hand behind her massive draping ear, imagining her tenderness. If I could trace my finger along her fine wrinkles or the veins...
By MARK NEELY BWR Poetry Editor, 2000-2001 In this small world In this small world there is a starfish pressed on the beach like a crippled hand. A crumpled baby picture, the handsome strangers of the internet, and Bin Laden’s tiny television. Pine trees...
By JANET MCADAMS BWR Editor, 1986-1987 If white is the color of mischief, then these white walls, this little house of marble we hide behind willing the man with his notebook to find someone else to follow. We hide, kin to bone, to tuft of fur caught in the...