by Rowan Tate I Suspect That Moths and Regret share a language no one translates. Grief has poor timing and excellent posture; I am learning to walk without finishing the sentence. I am not who I meant to become, but the bread still rises.
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The Penmen Profile: Literary Fiction Writer Kayla Rae Whitaker
by Rebecca LeBoeuf “The Animators,” Kayla Rae Whitaker’s debut novel, has garnered praise from newspapers and magazines around the world – from The New York Times Book Review, The Washington Post and Glamour to The Sydney Morning Herald and Elle. Published by Random House in January, “The Animators,” follows two…
Spotlight on Allen Ginsberg
Poet and activist Allen Ginsberg talks about the resurgence of the 50s Beat Generation of artists and poets—and how Bob Dyland was influenced by Kerouac. He talks also about censorship of his work and others.
Beautifully Flawed: The Poetic Journey of John Survivor Blake
by Pamme Boutselis John S. Blake got the nickname Survivor after his first session with a therapist. Blake told her about being biracial in the 70s, growing up as the youngest of nine children in a two-bedroom apartment in the Baruch Projects on the lower east side of Manhattan. He…