Vincent Larson offers this fun, exploratory literary criticism on Hemingway’s work, intended to help writers discover a type of literary notation that they might use in their own work.
“Re-Thinking Thoreau” is John Roman’s attempt to correct the legacy of Thoreau and explores how Henry was able to surmount his “issues’ during a time when medical attention and prescription drugs were not available.
The Sukshma Series is a first-hand account of an educated woman of post-colonial India reflecting on how the social and political set-up of the country defined the status of an Indian woman.
Memory is the sense of loss and loss pulls us after it.Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping The air tonight invites the dense warren of smoke from your…
The Almost Mother sits with me on a park bench, smiling to herself, humming a lullaby, while she looks for children to trip. A strange…
I grew up afraid of asking questions, afraid of being curious. It still affects the way I live. Any time I crossed that line as…
This is a perpetual mourning poem. If you were told to livefast, you’ll be aghast at life’s stretch,a thing too long for haiku, sinceelegies have…
Walter looked at his watch, the warm sun reflecting across its silver blue dial into his eyes. The second hand appeared to be moving in…
All this contradictory newsobviously spewsdigitized perplexities of truth: clattering electrons andcross-eyed geesesparkly and smartly sneezing liberal this, conservative that; flying smack-dabbit into windowstranslucent glass walls…
Time will bring relief, you all have lied –Edna St. Vincent Millay On the freeway, a cop cruiser pulls beside me in the hiss of…
A rafter in the back woods:five toms and eighteen hens,a remnant of the Pilgrim myththat predicated genocide. Bobbing heads and fanned tails,almost our national bird….
let us go then you and Iwhen the evening has wretchedly passed and diedlike cremations sanctified far gone unstablelet us so through curtained half-perverted sweetsthe…
A jar of sea salt rests on the table Of the woman whose home is at the edge of the pavement in middle Vermont.Close…
I mean like this morning.While streaming 24/7.Somebody’s hijab blew off. Tagging the rotunda of intersectionality.Shooting the pier of othering.The quality of the rip unsurpassed. An…