If we let it, there is a broader literary spectrum ready for us to become a part of.
i am seeking / the crucial region of the soul where response is pitted against intimately / implicated anteriors
“Close Your Eyes, Hold Hands by Chris Bohjalian, is a story about loss, love and faith in the wake of a cataclysmic disaster.”
The advice I find myself giving goes back to those ideas about critical thinking. I’d say, don’t think about what you want from a poem; instead, think about what the poem is trying to do.
“Trust that you do, indeed, have a story worth telling, but know that stories don’t tell themselves—it’s the telling that compels readers.”
What could be better than tea and books? In my opinion, nothing. For a sunny afternoon in September, I spent my time at the Westgate Hotel in downtown San Diego for the Ladies Literary Tea. The guest of honor was Susan Vreeland, a San Diego native.
People disappear all the time. Ask any policeman. Better yet, ask a journalist. Disappearances are bread-and butter to journalists… Many of the lost will be found, eventually, dead or alive. Disappearances, after all, have explanations. Usually.