At once troubling and lovely, infuriating and breathtaking, Claire Fuller’s SWIMMING LESSONS is a triumph in literary fiction—and one that demands you have your next read ready if you want any chance to cope.… Read More We’ll Never Know What We’re Leaving Behind: Reading SWIMMING LESSONS by Claire Fuller
Happy Tuesday, friends! Coming to you late, but here is today’s Poem of the Day: “What’s Left Behind After a Hawk Has Seized a Smaller Bird Midair” by Justin Phillip Reed. Enjoy!… Read More Poem of the Day: Justin Phillip Reed
“And the wife leaning out the window
with her hand extended, as in payment,
and the seeds
distinct, gold, calling”
– from Louise Glück’s “All Hallows.”
Enjoy! We have four more days until Halloween!… Read More Reading Louise Glück: 4 Days until Halloween
“Haunted, they say, believing
the soft, shifty
dunes are made up
of…” – from “Djinn” by Rae Armantrout. Enjoy! We have 5 more days until Halloween!… Read More Reading Rae Armantrout: 5 Days until Halloween
Here’s a quick snapshot of my Labor Day weekend! The Good Place, IT, reading poetry, and compiling my poetry manuscript! … Read More A Night of Building a Manuscript & Reading Poetry
Hi friends! Happy Thursday. I hope you had a really wonderful holiday mid-week and are finding yourselves back in the full swing of things. The last few days, since celebrating my birthday, my anniversary, and the 4th of July, I’ve been doing a lot of reading and a far bit more writing than I… Read More Reading Stephen King & Writing Horror Shovels
Hi friends! It’s been a really long time since I posted or shared work with you, and it bothers me. I’ve still been reading and writing from my quiet little corner, but I’ve minimally shared, and that isn’t who I am as a writer: not to draw attention to my own work, or to… Read More A Quiet Return: Spending Time in the Horror Genre
Last night, I had the extremely great opportunity to perform as one of the five Selected Readers for Lit Literary Collective’s Write Night in May, organized by Krista Cox and Ultreia, Inc. Thank you, to Krista and Lit Literary and everyone, for having me. I haven’t read in over a year, and I needed… Read More My Reading with Write Night! Next Up: Dinosaurs.
AT NORTH FARM Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night, Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents, through narrow passes. But will he know where to find you, Recognize you when he sees you, Give you the thing he has for you? Hardly anything grows here,… Read More Poem of the Day: John Ashbery
—after Philip Larkin TO BRING THE HORSE HOME Is all I’ve wanted past wanting since I was six and delirious with fever, an infinitive forged from a night when giant ladybugs with toothpick antennae patrolled my wicker nightstand. Yes, I’ve been with horses since, travelled illegally with them in trailers, known certain… Read More Poem of the Day: Julie Bruck
not an elegy for Mike Brown I am sick of writing this poem but bring the boy. his new name his same old body. ordinary, black dead thing. bring him & we will mourn until we forget what we are mourning & isn’t that what being black is about? not the joy of… Read More Poem of the Day: Danez Smith
—in the wake of another tragedy: praying for France THOUGHTS OF A SOLITARY FARMHOUSE And not to feel bad about dying. Not to take it so personally— it is only the force we exert all our lives to exclude death from our thoughts that confronts us, when it does arrive, as the… Read More Poem of the Day: Franz Wright
