Miss Ellie never met a bowl of red beans or a skillet of cornbread she didn’t love; neither did her beagle, Penny.
A Beagle on My Knee by Jenny Clover
What I Learned Instead by Debbie Bradford
Houses, trees, telephone poles blur. I close my eyes, but they open. To see how I’m going to die.
Closing Remarks by Philip Brock
…the melody carried me and my thoughts of Sara to some dim, smoky wood-paneled saloon deep in my spirit…
The Deep End by Alex Sobel
He could effortlessly glide through the water as if it was moving out of the way for him and not the other way around. I could only slap at the water…
Review: Writing Beat and Other Occasions of Literary Mayhem by John Tytell
The book reads as a collage of Tytell’s impressive stories of interviewing and writing about the Beats and writers such as Ezra Pound, Norman Mailer, and Henry Miller…
Review: Same Time Next Week — True Stories of Working Through Mental Illness, edited by Lee Gutkind
OCD constitutes more than a tendency to organize meticulously your email folders, or always put the remote in the same place on the table.
Interview: Joanna Rakoff, author of My Salinger Year
Tasked with answering Salinger’s fan mail, [Rakoff] took it upon herself to humanize him through the responses she wrote to his admirers…
Interview: Lori A. May, Author of The Write Crowd
Literary citizenship essentially boils down to community engagement—what writers, readers, and other booklovers can do to support the literary community in their own backyards, nationally, and beyond.
My Mother’s Ghost by Joanne Lozar Glenn
In the year following my mother’s passing, it felt as if her ghost draped afterimages heavy as a shearling coat over me. My body took on her limitations. I developed sciatica.
Bereaved by Bernard Grant
… I step outside and meet a squirrel standing between my car’s back tire and the curb.
