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  • Writing the Light: Stone Yard Devotional by Charlotte Wood

    When you’re inside a church, I have come to realise, it’s impossible to see out. There are no clear windows. Light streams in through the stained glass, making coloured lozenges on the floor. More light than you’d imagine is possible comes through those tall narrow slits of crisscrossed glass – but everything outside is invisible,… Read.

  • Rosettes Series #23 by Dennis Wojtkiewicz

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  • Writing the light: “One Hundred Reasons Not to Die” by Nickole Brown

    NUMBER ONE: Because oranges. Because a single slice held to the light is magic and sometimes the scene in the window of its cathedral is a fallow field on fire with dawn and sometimes it’s not pulp you see but a case of mantis eggs, a twitch of strange water held by skin made of… Read.

  • Writing the light: Queen of America by Luis Alberto Urrea

    Back at Cabora, before the troubles destroyed everything, Teresita had tussled with the vaqueros like a scrappy boy. The Sonoran sun, in her memory, was buttery yellow and somehow less brittle than the Arizona cauldron of fire that turned the center of the sky dead white at noon. She was skinny under its light, and… Read.

  • Rebecca Foust, “Lies I Told My Third Child”

    The stuffed bear left on the plane did notreally come back home from Curuçao;the one restored to your frantic handswas bought at Toys “R” Us and dressedin sunglasses and tiny Luau shirt by–me. Polar Bears actually do not, as we told you then,enjoy tropical weather. And “Baby Billy,” whoneeded your binkie so much more than… Read.

  • Freedom in Form, or…

    Tricking Ourselves into Delight and Play. One of my favorite articles about the importance of using strange containers to stretch yourself as a writer. I’ve been reading some of the author’s poetry (Only by Rebecca Foust). Swoon! I’d trust any advice she’s got to offer. Read.

  • “Intimacy Fair” excerpt

    The initial intimacy:Waking to parallelograms of light…Teenage intimacy:Sharing half the bottlethen half the gumafter vomiting…Bunk bed intimacy:The moon wrapping us in white blankets…Ultimate intimacy:Moments whollyto ourselves Catching sight of my facealone in the rearview mirror Feeling for ripenessof plums… from Latitude by Natasha Rao Read.

  • Memoir and mothering at their finest

    Memoir and mothering at their finest

    A must-read, unabashedly affirming of life.  Read.

  • A slow pace can be radical

    I attended this talk by poet-artist Layli Long Soldier. Layli is Lakota, and she embodies a culture of listening, paying close attention, collaboration, and love. Sitting in the very back of the Walker auditorium, I could feel how physically, mentally, and emotionally present she was for all of us. Her energy and tone are slow,… Read.