BY Mavis Gallant
The nation at war was not a permanent landscape: Bonnie’s New York, the real New York, was a distant, gleaming city in a lost decade. A lost Bonnie existed there, pretty and pert, outrageously...
Optimism in Check, Nihilism at Bay
BY Paul Rome
With the Olympics now underway in Sochi, the world is forced to view a country where the freedoms of its citizens have undergone abrupt and tragic erosions in the last eighteen months.
Why Do You Write? Adult and Teen Writers Speak Out
BY Lyn Miller-Lachmann
Unlike posh private schools, the inner-city public and charter high schools have no money to bring authors; yet they have enthusiastic readers and writers who deserve support.
Three Poems by Simone Kearney
BY Simone Kearney
I fill you like feeling, which has a system. / I’m not far or near, the way words / pile up in dictionaries. I touch / your sensible drowning cloth. / I will go to it, my parachute, or throat. /...
BY Sung J. Woo
All we did was move from our house to a stranger’s house, then one after another. Every so often an army officer yelled at us to keep heading south, so that’s what we did, what everybody did,...
Over 62 days, PEN analyzed the use of metaphors in surveillance news coverage. We found that there is rich thematic diversity in the types of metaphors that are used, but there is also a failure of imagination in using literature to describe surveillance.
I do not censor my work though I do feel intruded on, and it’s an issue both of privacy and of freedom of expression. Self-censoring and self-surveillance are power’s goons, and the more you have to lose (or think you have to lose) the more afraid you become.
The chained man was moaning about how he had gone from office to office to see what the Lord had to offer. / And all I have now, he sang, is a chain and a basket full of fingernails.