Poetry
… I will sleep here next to you. My blood will take comfort in the sheets, will be loved into the … the blood in the sun and know only that someone slowly died here. Poetry 175 By Julianna Baggott …
Criticism
… of devastation. Within months came records, poems, novels, comics, essays, academic and political studies, films, TV shows, exposés, paintings, blogs. Now there … only what context immediately informs his scenes. He also resists the standard encomia to pat Big Easyisms— …
Criticism
… As it turns out, Masters’s own grave—he died in 1950 at the age of 81—lies a mere 40 paces from that … Masters’s epitaph inscribed in 1921. As Herbert K. Russell comments in his sympathetic, balanced, judicious, … the everyday colloquialness of Williams and others. One can also hear in the end words …
Criticism
… cell phones tracked by GPS, pedestrians searched at checkpoints, and satellites photographing from overhead. In the … — Charles Mathewes History Roll-Call to Destiny: The Soldier’s Eye View of Civil War Battles , by Brent Nosworthy. … Stowe, by Philip McFarland. Grove Press, November 2007. $26 Upon meeting Harriet Beecher Stowe, Abraham Lincoln …
Poetry
… we know two languages sun and moon when sun speaks we come back to our bodies we start a new journey by nightfall it is always the same we had to die a little to get there when moon speaks we do not …
Criticism
… then feels guilty when she doesn’t visit Robin before she dies. Later, when the narrator and two other women visit … is priceless, but the absence of more meaningful concerns points to an emptiness, emphasized by all the white space on … not want to hear the ticking clock, but it’s there. 222-226 By Elliott Holt …