Pearls, Michael Cunningham; Illustrates love’s inevitable shelf life. Howl, Allen Ginsberg; Pages of sweaty, buzzy NYC. The Dutchman, Amiri Baraka; Loud and sinister and overwhelming.
Author: Leah Biesack
A Worn Path, Eudora Welty; Route of hope, brambles, loss. Land of the Spotted Eagle, Luther Standing Bear; America’s under-the-rug history. Terrific Mother, Lorrie Moore; Heaviness written in lighter lilt.
The idea of approaching our modes of operation, our chosen identities, with the mindset of our other identities, allows for there to be room for fluidity, which then gives ourselves permission to create and work in a new and surprising way, making space for new and surprising output.
Bad News, Margaret Atwood; Solid case to not reproduce. Southern Horrors, Ida B. Wells; Historical accounts of American monsters. There Was Once, Margaret Atwood; Quick and quippy and fun.
As National Poetry Month melodically comes to a close, we wanted to showcase our talented, insightful, and compassionate student poet laureate Sophia Griffith. We were thrilled to have the opportunity to do an in-depth...
Hills Like White Elephants, Ernest Hemingway; Dialogue-driven. Relationship on the brink. Beware of “Feminism Lite,” Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie; Diet nobody should be on. The Wasteland, T.S. Eliot; First paragraph decent. Otherwise, long.
The House Behind the Cedars, Charles Waddell Chesnutt; Spotlights chosen and discarded identities. Letting Go, David Sedaris; Funniest way to experience cigarettes. Why I Write, Joan Didion; All hail the queen. Period.
April marks National Poetry Month, so as a way to honor the occasion, Oregon’s very own poet laureate, Anis Mogjani, has set up a poetry hotline. Callers can dial in to listen to a...
Snake Stories, Lauren Groff; Mostly symbolic. Some bite anecdotes. Coming Attractions, Tobias Wolff; Perfectly odd details compacted together. Girls, At Play, Celeste Ng; Innocent and messy. Like adolescence.
Poetry isn’t my comfort zone when it comes to what I pick up from the bookshelf. I don’t gravitate towards it, and I don’t ask for it when my mom requires my Christmas list....