by Kaulie Lewis
Cathe Shubert considered both Ozick’s and Bovy’s essays as reflections on that essential question: “Why do we write? . . . Perhaps, she seems to suggest, the answers of “young” and “old” authors are more similar than we think. Continue reading
Lorna and I were friends through our daughters playing on the same softball team, and I used to watch her work on her art in the bleachers while we were “watching” the games. Fascinated by a sculpture Lorna was working on one season, I wrote a poem called “Bound Feet” and sent it to her. Continue reading
by Athena Kildegaard
There’s an exuberant and yet restrained variety to Foust’s sonnets. Anyone eager to see what’s possible with the form in the 21st century will find an excellent model in Paradise Drive. Continue reading
Bloom 