DREAM PUB @LAReview! "My Mother is a Cannibal" is a story contained in a single paragraph about the darkest shade of maternal love: https://t.co/IMLUOw3uv3
“Eros and Sorrow” from We Contain Landscapes online (amidst brilliant work you can read free) at @poetrynw 🖤 thank you to the editors
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I feel sorry for these people. Reading was never about grinding through self-help books, it's about being lifted out of yourself by a story, living through the eyes of another and finding we're not alone in our struggles. What a shameful thing to deny yourself that joy.
This week on Sonora Review, five writers take on relationships of all kinds. What does it mean to be seen? How do we fare in the eyes of others? Why is love such a gd mess? These questions and more on https://t.co/sonFDwXaAk -- live now. @josiahhnelson @chriscampanioni
Howard Zinn: "To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, kindness. 1/4
"we were there, we were
happening...
we kept standing, swaying under
the sky until there was no piece of us
left untouched. the clothes were heavy
the body was a body. we were all
we needed to be."
Hello friends, our December issue has now taken wing! To those who each time fill these pages with their tender, fierce, and overflowing hearts, we thank you endlessly. Hope sings in darkness, sings darkness too. This is the work. Till next year, friends. https://t.co/LVSJPIvUtt
It's here! We are so excited to share this new crop of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction, including contest winners for both our Milton Kessler Memorial Poetry Prize, and the Harpur Palate Prize for Creative Nonfiction. Check out the new issue at https://t.co/fKo3NOzCot!
"tear—
spread like clouds through
the night sky—wounds
that open again”
Hailey Gross from “case study while running”
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#LARpoetry@haileygrosss
more tenderness for our past selves, the ones who were inept and clumsy and unsure of themselves, more tenderness for the small towns where we made ourselves up from scratch