Blogs
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FUNNY WOMEN #52: Literary Classics Summarized as Trashy Romance Novels
I am writing to assure you that I am still very interested in writing back cover copy for eHarlequin.com.
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Jael Montellano: The Last Book I Loved, Fugue State
In classical music, the term “fugue” is defined as a composition in which a particular theme or voice is repeated within the same piece, though changed in form so that the voice repeats over itself, like a ghostly echo. A…
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National Poetry Month, Day 26: “In the Rafters at Birdie’s Roadhouse” by Alison Pelegrin
In the Rafters at Birdie’s Roadhouse 504 forever. Hillbilly princess. FDNY. For a good time a hard man is good to find. Got nookie? Life is too short for bad moonshine.
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“In Praise of The Rumpus Book Club”
“… the Rumpus Book Club is filled with extraordinarily adventurous, well-read, thoughtful omnivores of the literary variety. Everyone who loves to read should find themselves a group like this. I feel like I’ve become a better reader because of my…
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Ted Wilson Reviews the World #84
WOODY WOODPECKER ★★★★★ (1 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing Woody Woodpecker.
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Mackenzie Brady: The Last Book I Loved, Tiger, Tiger
I’m not one for New Years resolutions, but after a year of missing meals and several dates–all in the name of work sweet work–I decided that this year I would devote more time to pleasure reading. That is not to…
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National Poetry Month, Day 25: “Squirrel” by Paul Lisicky
Squirrel The squirrel is in her little kitchen out by the tennis courts. The ceiling is too low for her, but that’s precisely the point. She wouldn’t want it any other way. How else to bear the peace of it,
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National Poetry Month, Day 24: “Letter to the Right” by Emma Trelles
I hope you never read my poems. / I do not care for the sweet wine you serve / warm from the pantry, or the email you sent / about a savior at the supermarket.
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National Poetry Month, Day 23: “Familiar” by Dean Rader
Familiar It was because my snot was frozen, it was because you spit out little chunks of H & H when I made that crack about the guy
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National Poetry Month, Day 22: “Long (dragon)” by Peggy Hamilton
Long (dragon) Once skin teaches you body’s not to feel with it grows to solve other problems fires get tired of burning every bed they’ve been in down ashes look so soft but you would never spend the night anyhow
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #71: The Ghost Ship That Didn’t Carry Us
I’ll never know and neither will you of the life you don’t choose.
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National Poetry Month, Day 21: “Eat the Sinew’s Disbelief” by Amy King
Eat the Sinew’s Disbelief You will never be great, no shirt, no shoes, no servitude. Just a regular Joe, Josephine who walks around, has thoughts, and makes way for Whitman. You’re John the Baptist, a footnote, not your own story.