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Wind

If God has any voice it is the wind. Women hate this seeking of a vacuum, it gets their edges up, they cannot sleep, they think of Boreas...
Commonweal, 05/08/09 by John Updike · More from publication
My Mother at Her Desk

My mother knew non-publication's shame, obscurity's abyss, where blind hands flog typewriter keys in hopes of raising up the magic combination...
American Poetry Review, The, 11/01/08 by Updike, John · More from publication
Factor, Max: Max Factor: The Man Who Changed the Faces of the World.(Brief article)(Book review)

Factor, Max Max Factor. The Man Who Changed the Faces of the World. Fred E. Basten. New York: Arcade, 2008. 172 pp. $24.95. "This biography...
Biography, 09/22/08 by Updike, John · More from publication
Madurai

From our terrace at the Taj Garden Retreat, the city below belies its snarl of commerceâ men pushing postcards on the teeming street,...
Atlantic, The, 07/01/07 by John Updike · More from publication
Response

Let me extend my thanks to you, Professor Webb, for your most generous words, and to all of you of the Conference instrumental for giving me this...
Christianity and Literature, 03/22/07 by John Updike · More from publication
Kinderscenen.(Short story)

Windows frame pictures of the world outside. A window along the side porch shows the painted porch boards and the curved backs of the wicker...
Harper's Magazine, 12/01/06 by Updike, John · More from publication

Half Moon, Small Cloud

Caught out in daylight, a rabbitâs transparent pallor, the moon is paired with a cloud of equal weight: the heavenly congruence startles. For...
Atlantic, The, 10/01/06 by John Updike · More from publication
Lowest common denominator

"Who would have thought that the Internet, that's supposed to knit the world into a shining tyranny-proof ball, would be so grubbily...
Charleston Gazette, The, 09/13/06 by John Updike · More from publication
Dry Spell

In Arizona's drought, even cacti die; the prickly pears are pancake-flat with no more rain to plump them up, and blanch to lavender instead of...
American Poetry Review, The, 09/01/06 by Updike, John · More from publication
Twinkletape.(Poem)

Twinkletape Woods, as we know, can scarcely be seen: a gray fog of twigs. The same with cities and stars. What glints and...
American Scholar, 06/22/05 by Updike, John · More from publication