Portside

Producer Marti Noxon has two shows about women’s pain and rage debuting this summer—and the timing couldn’t be better.

An egg is an egg is an egg but in Joyce Peseroff’s subtle poem, an egg is a marker of a person’s social conscience.

The simple story of Cortés's evisceration of the the Aztecs is not so simple. In letters to Spain's King Carlos I, justifying morally Mexico’s occupation, Cortés distorted what was in fact a messy and confusing war involving several armies from already competing European nations. His lies linger.

This work by Zora Neale Hurston, the famed author of the novel Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937), has surfaced after over eight decades. It is the autobiography, as transcribed by Hurston, of the life of one of the last persons enslaved in Africa and brought to this country.

“Before, I was my father’s Janie,” says this determined woman, who with grit and welfare checks is raising her six children alone in an abject corner of Newark. “And then I was Charlie’s Janie,” she says of her abusive husband. “Now I’m Janie’s Janie.”

The FDA allows oat food labels to tout the nutritional value and health benefits of oats such as a reduced risk of coronary heart disease, weight and hunger control.

When a loan officer turned down the poet’s request, she sent him this poem. He changed his mind. Happy Mother’s Day.

Review of a bravura feature length documentary on the life and struggles of militant union leader, socialist orator, five-time presidential candidate against the two-party duopoly and class war prisoner for opposing America’s imperialist entry into World War 1.

The renowned Renaissance literary scholar Stephen Greenblatt, whose 1980 book, Renaissance Self-Fashioning: From More to Shakespeare, was a landmark study, has now turned his attention to Shakespeare's treatment of tyrants. Michael Thomas Barry looks at this new, timely volume.

If you build an entire movie around MacGuffins, the material embodiment of wanting, insufficiency, and lack; if you fill every beat and narrative space with the problem of those MacGuffins, leaving no space for anything else; if you crush every story down to the problem of how it relates to those M