Great American Desert By Terese Svoboda Ohio State Press, 2019 Terese Svoboda opens her 18th book Great American Desert with an epigraph that reminds readers that many of the greatest civilizations are now desert wastelands--and that the West is...
TERI YOUMANS GRIMM is the author of Dirt Eaters, published by the University Press of Florida. Her writing has also appeared in Prairie Schooner, Indiana Review, Connecticut Review, South Dakota Review, Sugar House Review and Homegrown in Florida: An Anthology of Florida Childhoods, among other publications. She currently teaches in the low-res MFA program at the University of Nebraska.
This moment, like others throughout Dark Square, holds the reader under the present tense of distress. Reading these poems one is in the clutch of some painful admission, then abruptly distanced from it.
Submit now for Green Mountains Review‘s 2013 Neil Shepard Prizes in Poetry and Fiction. First Prize winners will receive $500 and publication.
Slow Burn: Two Polar Novels: The Big Bang Symphony by Lucy Jane Bledsoe and The Still Point by Amy Sackville
Whether drawn to the cold, white expanse or to the log books and diaries of explorers, writers keep finding ways to explore the polar regions.
Have you ever wanted to be a detective? Well, now is your chance! Read each mystery very carefully: there are clues cleverly hidden where you least expect them!
After a quick moment catching his breath, my son asks, “How much would it cost to live here?”
Cynthia Huntington’s most recent book of poetry, HEAVENLY BODIES (Crab Orchard Poetry Series, 2012), was a finalist for the National Book Award in Poetry. She teaches English and Creative Writing at Dartmouth College and lives just across the river in Vermont.
Told in rhythmic, sometimes drunken party language, and woven around the physical place of New Jersey, the poems catch the reader in a whirlwind of sound, beauty, grief and nostalgia. . . . AMERICAN RHAPSODY is a fun collection, one that transports the reader back to a time in this country that sounds as foreign to us as it does familiar.