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The First Book: Avery Curran
“For me, writing a first novel was defined by having to accept that I was learning how to do it as I went, and that is a very disagreeable experience if you, like me, are one of the world’s great…
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National Poetry Month: Two Poems
so that the sounds of daily living become a part of the ritual as public as private as life but also so that when I sit in the dark on the couch paying the bills my face illuminated by the…
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The Age of Nightmares
My son’s voice came through on the monitor. I waited a second, eyes closed, not losing hope he’d fall back asleep, even though that hardly ever happens. He’s two years old; they say it’s the age of nightmares. Almost every…
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National Poetry Month: Two Poems
in a woodstove. Some warmth returns to my life, some looking-after feeling, some protective force for what is tender, vulnerable and lost in me until now. What a joy
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To Insist on Loving and on Being Loved: A Conversation with Camille T. Dungy
“ I was writing poems all the while but writing poems and making a book are different matters altogether. The real question is what it took for me to organize these poems into a collection that held the energy I…
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Horror as a Crucible for Connection in Zefyr Lisowski’s “Uncanny Valley Girls”
Horror is a genre of solitude
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National Poetry Month: A Day in the Life
I paid my friends to step on their hands with stilettos The gift of stigmata
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Always Watching from the Roof
Below the red roofs, a new strip of pale earth cuts across the hill where last year olive trees still stood. The fence has crawled lower, closer to our side, and from up here it looks like a fresh wound…
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Invasive Species
Shuko had such an imagination, even for a child, that no one paid attention to her remarkably intuitive understanding of the new species, not when she woke up screaming from nightmares in sweaty sheets, and not when she flat-out refused…
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National Poetry Month: “WHEN PRAYER DIDN’T AWAY THE GAY, MY DAD TAUGHT ME HOW TO PLAY DOOM ON THE FAMILY COMPUTER [Golden Shovel]”
I have this dream where I am the last person alive on a two- dimensional earth, my body 3D like a fruit, and start- ing to inside-out itself, until my gut is a skirt and my DOOM- sense is like…
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Poetry that Bears Tension: A Conversation with Jonah Mixon-Webster
“It often feels like if you’re not on tour or have a current project out that you are out of the conversation. It’s been 5 years since my last book and that’s starting to feel like a long time. I…
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The Stereo Speakers of Fandom: A Conversation with Emma Straub
“I love building myself a box. I love giving myself a tight space because my plots are, let’s say, quiet and internal. American Fantasy has a bit more of the razzle dazzle, but the plot itself is always personal transformation…