My wife was, at one time, a very beautiful woman. But over time, her beauty faded, and with it went her desire for me. There were so many years of notoriety that had held us together, my success, h…| Literary Hub
What does it mean, say the words, that the earth is beautiful? And what shall I do about it? What is the gift that I should bring to the world? What is the life that I should live? These are the questions Mary Oliver asks in her essay “Flow,” and they feel, as many of […]| Literary Hub
Twenty-four years have passed since the publication of what would become Adam Zagajewski’s most famous poem in the United States. It was “by accident,” he said, that “Try to Praise the Mutilated World” found its way into the last page of a special edition of The New Yorker after the September 11 attacks on the […]| Literary Hub
Whose voices are these, I wonder each fall as submissions for the Insider Prize begin accumulating in my office. Four years on as director of Texas’s annual literary award for incarcerated writers, some of the names written across the bloated white and manila envelopes have grown familiar—essayists, short story writers, and the places they are […]| Literary Hub
We founded our community with the best of intentions, chartering our Earthtrust Agricultural Cooperative with shared courage and shared hope, collectively signing a ninety-nine-year work contract i…| Literary Hub
This sister of yours: She low? She even? She laps? Appears ill but quick? She too mirror a symbol to comprehend? The post From “Speculative Fiction” appeared first on Cleveland Review of Books.| Cleveland Review of Books
The mass of all Ruth knew was a dot in the void. As the dot grew, so too did its perimeter with the void; every factual acquisition indicated a tranche of new unknowns, education the process of bec…| Literary Hub