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A Poem for You: Rootless by Jenny Xie

admin2022-01-26T16:16:06-05:00

Rootless Jenny Xie Between Hanoi and Sapa there are clean slabs of rice fields and no two brick houses in a row. I mean, no three— See, counting’s hard in half-sleep, and the rain pulls a sheet over the sugar palms and their untroubled leaves. Hours ago, I crossed a motorbike with a hog strapped to its seat, the size of a date pit from a distance. Can this solitude be rootless, unhooked from the ground? No matter. The mind resides both inside and out. It can think itself and think itself into existence. I sponge off the eyes, no worse for [...]

A Poem for You: Rootless by Jenny Xieadmin2022-01-26T16:16:06-05:00

A Poem for You: Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen

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Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound'ring like a man in fire or [...]

A Poem for You: Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owenadmin2022-01-26T14:56:56-05:00

Hell of a Book by Jason Mott (2021)

admin2022-01-10T13:12:26-05:00

Book of the Month: Hell of a Book by Jason Mott (2021) Critical Evaluation "Just over a third of the way into Jason Mott’s Hell of a Book, the narrator describes the wood-burning heater in his childhood home as having “more tricks than a carful of monkeys.” One could say the same about Mott’s wonderful new novel itself. Hell of a Book is many things: part send-up of the publishing industry, part road-trip comedy, part metafictional sleight of hand. But at its core, the novel is a harrowing and powerful meditation on racial injustice and its effects on the human psyche." Schwartz, Adam. [...]

Hell of a Book by Jason Mott (2021)admin2022-01-10T13:12:26-05:00

A Poem for You: Map

admin2021-12-13T11:48:38-05:00

Map Linda Hogan This is the world so vast and lonely without end, with mountains named for men who brought hunger from other lands, and fear of the thick, dark forest of trees that held each other up, knowing fire dreamed of swallowing them and spoke an older tongue, and the tongue of the nation of wolves was the wind around them. Even ice was not silent. It cried its broken self back to warmth. But they called it ice, wolf, forest of sticks, as if words would make it something they could hold in gloved hands, open, plot a way [...]

A Poem for You: Mapadmin2021-12-13T11:48:38-05:00

A Poem for You: 14 Love Songs

admin2021-12-13T11:43:52-05:00

14 Love Songs Elizabeth Jacobson Above a pond, I sit on a wooden bench and throw pebbles into the willows. A rush of sunlight and wind creates a path in a channel of water, dances between the melting ice and brown islands of bulrush. The resident osprey, its eyes the color of yellow grass, follows my tossing hand. Love is a diorama of inner life in an outer world. I look down and find a chunk of fossilized rock with an entire Paleozoic shell sticking out. I am not afraid of love, but terrified of how it is my steady guide. [...]

A Poem for You: 14 Love Songsadmin2021-12-13T11:43:52-05:00

A Poem for You: Theme for English B

admin2021-12-07T13:53:30-05:00

Theme for English B Langston Hughes The instructor said, Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it's that simple? I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem. I went to school there, then Durham, then here to this college on the hill above Harlem. I am the only colored student in my class. The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem, through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas, Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y, the Harlem Branch Y, where I take [...]

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A Poem for You: No Images

admin2021-12-07T13:16:28-05:00

No Images BY WILLIAM WARING CUNEY She does not know her beauty, she thinks her brown body has no glory. If she could dance naked under palm trees and see her image in the river, she would know. But there are no palm trees on the street, and dish water gives back no images.

A Poem for You: No Imagesadmin2021-12-07T13:16:28-05:00

The Art of Revision

admin2022-10-12T11:02:39-04:00

The Art of Revision by Stephanie Whetstone Congratulations, fellow writer, you've finished a draft! So, you're done, right? Wrong. No published book, dissertation, thesis, or essay you have ever read was written in one draft. Even if you don't plan to publish, anything you plan to share with an audience deserves (at least) a second look. In fact, many writers say that the real work of writing comes through revision. So, the first draft is just the beginning. That is both the bad news and the good news. Revision does take time--reading and re-reading, taking a break in between revisions to [...]

The Art of Revisionadmin2022-10-12T11:02:39-04:00

The Dutch House by Ann Patchett (2019)

admin2022-01-27T12:10:52-05:00

Book of the Month: The Dutch House by Ann Patchett (2019) Critical Evaluation "It takes guts to write a fairy tale these days. No P.R. blurb is complete without the descriptors 'searing,' 'probing,' 'challenging' or the like. The use of destabilizing narrative techniques (which often force critics to either include spoilers or to be oblique in order to avoid them) is so prevalent as to seem almost de rigueur. At a moment when everything in the world feels on the verge of falling apart, there seems to be a widespread cultural expectation (in the West, anyway) that serious art — the [...]

The Dutch House by Ann Patchett (2019)admin2022-01-27T12:10:52-05:00

A Poem for You: Subway Wind

admin2021-12-07T13:13:19-05:00

Subway Wind BY CLAUDE MCKAY Far down, down through the city’s great gaunt gut The gray train rushing bears the weary wind; In the packed cars the fans the crowd’s breath cut, Leaving the sick and heavy air behind. And pale-cheeked children seek the upper door To give their summer jackets to the breeze; Their laugh is swallowed in the deafening roar Of captive wind that moans for fields and seas; Seas cooling warm where native schooners drift Through sleepy waters, while gulls wheel and sweep, Waiting for windy waves the keels to lift Lightly among [...]

A Poem for You: Subway Windadmin2021-12-07T13:13:19-05:00

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