Ellery Akers: Four Prose Poems
Each of us is a struck bell that still reverberates. Walk down the street, and everyone who passes you is echoing inside.
David Kirby: The Questions That Matter Most by Jane Smiley (review)
The point [Smiley] misses is that the best writing often contains an element of the weird, the bizarre, the outlandish, the alienating. Call it wildness, if you will…
Ellena Savage: Selfish, grumpy and unkind? That’s my kind of woman
The characters I find thrilling are women who are absolutely not socialised or charitable or good.
Al Maginnes: Journalism 101
A friend stops me in the headache-dim flouresence of the hall that houses our little hive of offices to say she liked a record review I wrote for a website … Continue reading
Adrian Blevins: Nouns in their Habitats
New Pilgrims at Tinker Creek: I read Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek for the first time when I was about fourteen years old. I don’t remember now what I … Continue reading
Sheryl St. Germain: Essay in Search of a Poem
You’ve been trying to finish a poem for what seems like a long time. It’s a poem that has to do with the death of your son. At first you … Continue reading
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