Posts Tagged: Kathleen Rooney
Sunday 4/23: Author Jacqueline Briggs Martin, illustrator Claudia McGehee, and stream-hunter Mike Osterholm will present their beautiful new picture book Creekfinding. There will also be a signing and reception with refreshments. Red Balloon Bookshop, 3 p.m., free....more
The novella-in-flash: What does it mean? How is it even possible? Kathleen Rooney and Abby Beckel, editors at Rose Metal Press, which specializes in hybrid forms, have recently set about defining this lesser-known form. This week, they spoke about My Very End of the Universe, their 2014 anthology of five novellas-in-flash, with Smokelong Quarterly’s Interviews Editor Karen Craigo....more
First, the Picasso Blues.
This weekend’s reviews included a revealing summary of Bonnie Zobell’s book, What Happened Here, by Anna March, and Jac Jemc’s collection, A Different Bed Every Time. In the former, Zobell employs a cast of characters from the North Park area of San Diego to give us a “tremendously well-written take on trying to understand that which we can never know about what shapes a life…” Then, Heather Partington shares some insights into the “beautiful and complex” stories of Jac Jemc....more
The History of Asterisks
It is midnight under the sky’s dome ceiling.
The moon speaks, saying nothing of consequence.
John Wayne is from Iowa, so we hitchhiked West
and I realized I never really loved you.
Your skepticism of scientific indices of happiness
is probably gendered or otherwise distorted.
When we read a piece of fiction, we don’t assume—or at least we know we’re not supposed to assume—it’s a faithful recreation of an event in the author’s life. But what about when we read a poem?
For Poetry, Kathleen Rooney writes about realizing Brian Russell’s poems about a wife’s terminal illness were not actually about the real-life Mrs....more
Southern Wind, Clear Sky
First things first: you don’t have to be a fan of Weldon Kees to enjoy this book. Shameful confession: until I read the note that precedes the table of contents, I’d never even heard of Weldon Kees or his Robinson poems, which Kathleen Rooney explodes into this novel in verse....more