Sadness is a museum of sadness. Happiness has no history.
Metaphor is so rich, in Jones’ poetry, it can’t be isolated.
But why had I been so bold as to write about an interracial friendship in the first place? A contributing factor was my discovery that Nikki Giovanni and I were born on the very same day.
The crows had grown fat in number, their bodies a breathing gravesite of black. One girl insisted a lover would claim the dead man’s body. Another that the dead man had it coming.
The stories themselves maneuver stylistically from realism to magical realism to social satire, yet the feeling of being trapped is always present, and Caloyeras sets out to ensure that the readers feel just as trapped as the characters do.
Northeast, Pennsylvania is becoming increasingly important in my work.
The result is an anthology that is sleeker than its predecessor.
Mona had fingers like spiders, crawled them over my shoulders. She was braiding my hair when the lights at the carnival went out, left me with a half-finished French braid.
This is not a collection of stories overly dependent on plot; these are stories that attain their power through description, through syntax.
Joseph by Dena Rash Guzman Hologram Press (2017) 112 Pages ISBN: 9780998456713 It wouldn’t be contentious to say the political poem has changed dramatically this century. While there is still the […]