So what if sobriety made him coherent. His mind was a refuse bin for advertising concepts. Blasphemy, plain and simple. Although she wanted to talk about it, she wouldn’t for fear a confrontation would send him back to the gin with a virulence.
by Lisa Peet
“It was a tricky balance for me to go into this in a receptive spirit, and to find what might work for me in this way of looking at the relationship between the living family and the dead family.”
A few feet away, a first-gen Lincoln Town Car had taken up residence at the curb. It wore vanity Idaho plates celebrating someone named JELLI.
“Let the stone tell you what it wants to be and allow it to become that thing,” the old man whispered. Isabel peered through the loupe and bent over her grandfather’s work table.
I wanted to write the book that I’d been looking for my entire life and never found.
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“DuRant’s poems skirmish at the fraught edges of language, winning ground page by page “in a battle to claim turf where tongues can hold their own.” ” Continue reading
Once, I was your other heartbeat, your deepest
center. You were the world I was and knew.
After—all your life—I thought I was unlike
you: the you I liked, and otherwise.
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by Lisa Peet
“I’m really heartened to learn that I’m not the only person who feels many different ages inside myself.” Continue reading
My novel has shifted to become its own creature—it’s no longer something that belongs only to me; now that it’s out there it’s finding a shape of its own. Continue reading
“He’d been lucky. Lucky to escape.” Continue reading
The baby holds her hands to her ears, and I worry she hears voices. Continue reading
I wouldn’t say self-publishing made it easier to find a publisher. I think I was clearer about what I wanted—which was to grow as a writer and if possible, to do less of the marketing and not pay for the upfront costs like editing and proofreading. I’d actually been offered a book contract from another small publisher earlier on, but it was clear the editing would be minimal, and with some regret I turned down the offer. That was clearly the right choice for me. Continue reading
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