Poetry and creative nonfiction are both about associations.
Smythe’s narrations about love, loss, loneliness, and time and are vivid.
Reviving the memory of the Grateful Dead, Robert Cooperman’s Saved by the Dead is a love song to more than the band, but to the fleeting nature of youth as well, his own.
It is surely an act of chutzpah or orneriness to write an entire book of poems about sharks.
No one talks about what Nana keeps in the basement.
The world has so many great stories, and to limit the tales based on what readers may want, instead of offering them fresh slices of life through story, is a huge mistake.
The novel is worth reading for its poetry, its structure that floats and fades and reforms and dissolves, and for its willingness to allow realism and ambiguity of character.
When the yellow car hit us, it hit us like a kiss and pulled back slowly.
In a way that may be reminiscent of the loving spirit one would bring to a Dead show, Housley treats every character as an emotional being.
You’re talking too much. Girls always talk too much. It’s why I never win the game.