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I'm #listening to #redrising and no shade to the #literary craft of the series but I really #dislike the #roman #trope. It shows a lack of imagination in my #opinion. And I feel the same way about #suneater.

I'm #listening to #redrising and no shade to the #literary craft of the series but I really #dislike the #roman #trope. It shows a lack of imagination in my #opinion. And I feel the same way about #suneater.

I'm #listening to #redrising and no shade to the #literary craft of the series but I really #dislike the #roman #trope. It shows a lack of imagination in my #opinion. And I feel the same way about #suneater.

I'm #listening to #redrising and no shade to the #literary craft of the series but I really #dislike the #roman #trope. It shows a lack of imagination in my #opinion. And I feel the same way about #suneater.
#books #bookstodon

tonight wake

tonight   wake
when late winter returns
home   your inmate

in your nightgown
with your candle kneel
beside your bed and shiver

after you go to  bed
after you go to sleep

when the horizon's become a purse
that today's early summer's
returned her sun to

when the warm breath
of today's spring's been
expelled from your chamber into the

late winter's dawn at dusk

the cold air seeps   into your cell through
gaps between the casing and the shutter
between the door frame and the door

through cracks 
in mortar and masonry he oozes
in   inhaled

the late winter returns
home   not to warm you out of your bed
but to freeze you in

The WD Interview: Lauren Groff

The three-time National Book Award finalist discusses her new short story collection, Brawler, and the necessity of failure in writing.
The post The WD Interview: Lauren Groff appeared first on Writer's Digest.
https://www.writersdigest.com/the-wd-interview-lauren-groff

#BeInspired #FromtheMagazine #Genre #Interviews #Literary

the stroll of the gentlewoman becomes a

the stroll of the gentlewoman becomes a 
march   past the man who 
sags outside the door against the wall

he with the eyes   full of storm on the horizon 
that measure the soil on the clothes and the wear 
the number of teeth in the mouths of those who pass   
the men who enter and the men who go out   

until the sight of one as poor as he   causes
the dark clouds in his eyes to reverse themselves   

until he asks   friend   can you spare a heller   

that one   for that one also   leave 
a place in the contract for his name

those west faced

those west faced
walls of masonry and brickwork

that all wednesday were  
damp darkened by rain wash

through all the hours of sunrise
today   
               those housefronts and market
stalls were shadow tinted

but now that sunless hue recedes
down those walls like a tide

now those walls are sunlight shaded
like mortar   like mud at midday  

go to that dark monastery where i live
and i’ll pay for your daily bread

walk like one who knows
the time between the shades is short

collegienstrasse had changed

collegienstrasse had changed
rapidly   from a dusk shaded
cobblestone   garden from where 
many youthful voices had climbed like vines
and the youthful laughter of many had bloomed

rapidly changed 
to a street fallowed for the night where
the students who were 
the seeds from where all those voices
and all that laughter had sprouted

the students had gone home
and the avenue had become 
a bared road through a shadow

a shadow that 
had at first lengthened
first darkened into schlossstrasse

then lengthened and darkened out
of the beggar square that all night 
waited for bread and for brew

lengthened   darkened
past the windows of linen and parchment
oiled and dim lit   extinguished

past the shuttering of houses

past the university
and the students in the dormitories who’d 
pulled the blankets to their chins

past this old monastery
and the professors who lived here then
and then wrote midnight lectures
here by candlelight

as the shadow lengthened
darkened into nightfall at the eastern wall

the one who’d drawn
the watch that night   came
closed the eastbound road out
locked the elster gate and began
to walk his rounds

The House of the Spirits: A Novel "It doesn’t help the poor. They don’t need charity; they need justice" Sale: $18.99 to $2.99 by Isabel Allende Rating: 4.5/5 (9,929 Reviews) #literary #historicalfiction #magicalrealism #booksky #family #books #IsabelAllende #reading

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The #workshop "List, Compile, Assemble: Small Forms and the Power of Collecting" of the Research Training Group “The #Literary and #Epistemic History of Small Forms” will take place at Humboldt-Universität zu Berlin on June 14-15, 2024.

📌Further Information: https://avldigital.de/de/vernetzen/details/event/workshop-list-compile-assemble-small-forms-and-the-power-of-collecting/ #LiteratureGenre #Genre #avldigitalnews @litstudies @germanistik @italianstudies #Poetics

I'm thrilled to say that "Just Her Luck," a short story by Laura Jamison published in Scoundrel Time, has been selected for "Special Mention" in the new 2023 edition of the Pushcart Prize anthology!

You can read it here: https://scoundreltime.com/just-her-luck/

#fiction #shortstory #scoundreltime #pushcartprize #specialmention #literary #litmag #writingcommunity #writers #readers

I am excited to announce #ScoundrelTime journal's nominees for this year's #PushcartPrize--links in thread:

#Poetry:
"I am an Elevator" by Snezana Zabic

"We Followed the American Fleeing, Fled," by Jenny Hykes Jiang

#Fiction:
"The Escape," by Seraph
"Burger Revolution," by Ranjan Adiga

#Essay
"A Thousand Times More than a Thousand Times More," by David L. Engelhardt
"It's Hard to be Housed," by Elizabeth Robinson

#litmag #readers #writers #literary #CNF #writingcommunity