William Gass
William Gass's most recent book is A Temple of Texts, published by Knopf. Life Sentences, an essay collection, and Middle C, a novel, are forthcoming from the same publisher.
William Gass's most recent book is A Temple of Texts, published by Knopf. Life Sentences, an essay collection, and Middle C, a novel, are forthcoming from the same publisher.
Those flaxen evangelicals, imbued with their holy ghost or some such helter-skelter mania, were surely not from Chicago, not of Sweet Home—bused in from Kansas, perchance?
The reasons for my discomfort became clear one September afternoon at the Minnesota State Fair pig judging contest.
As one student put it: “Too much liberty for me is death.”
In one fell swoop, this eliminates almost all the problems I’ve encountered in typical workshops.
Big Sex Little Death focuses most of its pages on Bright’s complicated and sometimes painful history.
Ian Heames began printmaking in a sub-basement several floors beneath a library at Oxford.
I started writing poetry as a freshman in high school. I would buy blank notebooks as souvenirs because I found the idea of a bunch of blank pages really appealing.
According to Linda McCarriston, poetry exists for reasons beyond displays of linguistic or lyrical talent.
Over the course of ten years, Kitchen has jotted notes about photos she found in her family’s scrapbook. She has now collected her writings into a cohesive work accompanied by approximately seventy images.
There is a journalistic objectivity to Quan Barry’s new collection of poems, Water Puppets. The poems linger on scenes of profound violence and inhumanity, reporting heavy truths of war, massacre, and disaster.
In Neighborhood Register, Marcus Jackson eloquently establishes a time and place: the American Rust Belt of his adolescence during the late twentieth century.
Tamura’s work relentlessly pulls us into highly charged and disturbing themes of violence, culpability, and survival.
