Headlights: The First Death
Joyce Carol Oates
“Why would you do such a thing? That is not a good idea. But no one knows, and so no one asks. Why in the night I slip from the rear of the darkened house. Why making my way along the graveled drive to the highway where in the shadows of evergreens I stand watching for headlights on Transit Road.”
No House to Call My Home
Ryan Berg
“I’m still working one night a week at the Mexican restaurant because my checks from the group home barely pay the rent. Tonight after my shift I sit at the bar. Dan, a regular, slouches on his stool next to me, his fat fingers toying with my pack of cigarettes before he asks to bum one..”
What I Teach: A Back to School Reading List
A Crowd-Sourced Syllabus for the Next Generation of Writers
Writing Across the Landscape
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
“We fly from San Francisco to Santiago, my wife Kirby and I, meeting Allen (Ginsberg) and changing planes in Panama, in the middle of the night, seeing nothing but bus-station-type Panama airport.”
“In the Park”
Joy Williams
“Ranger Preyman slipped the photograph into the display case. Then he sat down under the ramada and waited for someone to approach it. He was supposed to lead the tour at eleven but he knew from experience that he would not accumulate a group.”
Paul Auster is Speaking Directly to Me Through His Books
In Which Mark Andrew Ferguson Praises Leviathan
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