Writing a WWII novel was so daunting it took me 10 years to begin. Excited to discuss Writing Your Way Through a Major World Event, whether historical or contemporary at #AWP with @katyaapekina @iolanidancing @lenazycinsky & Cecilia Rabess
Another poem of mine that the kind editors of @leavingslitmag published in their new issue. The title comes from the opening sentence of Danilo Kiš’s essay “Homo Poeticus, Regardless”
Eventually, you run out of gas, naturally, like a tattooed biker on the interstate. I'm trapped inside of this prose poem, but I don't want to get out. It's nice and cozy in here. I'm invincible.
#JoseHernandezDiaz, from “Trapped”
There will always be silence, no matter how long someone has wept against the side of a house, bare forearms pressed to the shingles.
Everything ends. Even pain, even sorrow.
The swans drift on.
#doriannelaux, from 'Evening'
Swans swimming around the now submerged town of Ukraine