By Kevin Binder The question “Am I done with this story?” is one that almost all writers will ask themselves at some point during their careers. In a previous blog post, we asked established...
By Melissa Wade Justin Cronin, writer of The Passage, no longer writes short fiction. He said the form is incompatible with his temperament. His successful trilogy, by way of proof, clocks in at over...
Gustav Parker Hibbett Greg Grummer Poetry Contest Runner Up, 2020 Center-right: wings invisible, pinned like buttoned fronts of jackets around a rigid waxdrop body; small-clawed feet fixed or glued...
Jake Bauer Greg Grummer Poetry Contest Winner 2020 I’d been all morningtrying to fix thisdamn thing. I was aimingto finally nail downthe symbolic.The field by the airportwalked right into...
From Issue 36.1 Danielle Evans Eggs. They wanted eggs, and their requests came trickling in daily in ten-point type, through the want ads of the campus paper. Five, ten, fifteen thousand you could...
From Issue 21.1 Justin Cronin The morning he was scheduled to appear in bankruptcy court, Frank O’Neil ate three eggs for breakfast, read the Times and Globe, drank two cups of coffee, helped his...
By Kevin Binder Writing fiction shares a strange quirk with playing chess. Unlike most endeavors, which people usually get faster at as they improve, writing and chess both seem to take longer as...
Reviewed by Sarah Wilson In a time of rejuvenated discourse on racial inequality and criminal justice reform, it seemed appropriate to revisit David Coogan’s 2016 memoir, Writing Our Way Out:...
By Melissa Wade In order to communicate with an incarcerated loved one, just for 15 minutes, you might have to pay upwards of $25. Those 15 minutes might be all you can afford; they might be your...
I’ve come to the conclusion I have a strange idea as to what the purpose of “eco-poetics” is. While I originally saw it as any other poem, except that its aesthetics involve nature...
