I’ve been reading a biography of Einstein slipping into bed each night with Albert falling into his never-ending bending arms of light spooning with my sexy husband but lusting for the meaty mind of a disheveled […]
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I’m swimming laps, water around me silver as meteor showers in a dark night. My arms draw strong against water’s pull. I am a foreign body breaking the surface, slicing along, head flicking to the side […]
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At ninety-two my widowed sister danced the hoochy-kootchy. A minor stroke caused her to limp. Undaunted, she stretched, bent, rotated, lifted. It was then she fell and broke her hip. Our bother, eighty three, composed a […]
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We have already gone to the hot side of the sun, the places where fire lights on the water, where dark blood pours through the long night. We have already been to that far away place. […]
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Women Who Don’t Bite Their Tongues: Writing Workshop Celebrates More Than Thirty Years On a recent October morning, the Madwomen in the Attic poetry workshop began with an argument. A student shared a poem written by […]
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Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Boy battles ghosts assassins, flees morality police, and has his thoughts crossed out by a writer trying to get his story past the Ministry of Culture and […]
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“There are words that need to get out,” poet Colleen J. McElroy told Sampsonia Way in order to explain how poetry helps us survive. In this interview she describes a lifetime collecting words and sounds—as a […]
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