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Theory & Craftexpand_moreLindy knew what happens in the dark behind shut doors: girls tell stories.
Mary Lawton
I’m the shrunken dead like them, here, greening the sky’s bluer potion.
Longtime residents witness the eruption of violence in Charlottesville.
The smart hide their claws in their paws, then add fur for allure.
Diane cupped my cheek in her hand, studying me, memorizing me.
We are teachers so maybe we can help something change, tap into something.
An in-depth audio interview with Ann Beattie on her writing.
Frank Conroy
Audio clips of Pultizer Prize winner Jennifer Egan on her work.
My mother said a woman’s handbag is more private than her body.
Do the work. Every day. Take a step back and see if you love it.
The places in between places are like countries themselves.
I seek these ghosts because they allow me to return home outside of time.
The intention of the writer is irrelevant to the success of the story.
I didn’t know I would be any good. But I knew I wanted to be a poet.
Olav H. Hauge
Like an idiot, I was flattered at first to get honorary degrees.
How can anyone imagine sleep is possible in such a time?
we’ve walked the streets: candied apples on sticks, fish heads.
Once she said, “Dying is nothing, but . . . the separation!”
The illusion is so complete that it seems the world has been re-created.
I was a skinhead in look and seem, a balding guy trying out the future.
