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  • August

    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. /...

  • 1950

    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,...

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April 17, 2014

I do not believe in trying to keep the work original. If that happens—if such an occurrence is possible—I believe it is necessarily a byproduct of a desire to pursue other questions.

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April 16, 2014

There is yeast in the air as well / as sadness / I’ll lick the tears from / wherever they land / I just love / to get dressed for the weather / and then later to undress / one glove at a time

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April 15, 2014

Art, as a pursuit, has a place and purpose in the “public” sphere. There are few other known forces in the world that can provide such comfort, solace, provocation, humility, inspiration, arousal, wonder, and self-discovery.

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April 11, 2014

. . .the same hands that embrace one’s child will squeeze the life out of a neighbor’s child when war comes. . .

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April 11, 2014

For so long I’ve begged bread to criticize salt.
Many times, I’ve heard people ask me, whispering,
“Why is death always late in Jerusalem,
while the march of life becomes another death?”

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April 11, 2014

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.

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April 10, 2014

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.

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April 9, 2014

Having felt the world tremble / And having known // Ruth / In alien corn, / Exposed and at the mercy / Of masters— // Having seen / And having stood / Where history / Clutches our necks, // Having seen / This, / What then / Is next?

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April 7, 2014

Snatch. Slit. Box.
Words were too dense now. They sat thick on tongues. You had to figure out the right way to say them or you’d choke.

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April 2, 2014

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.

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