…by Melissa Moorer on THE TOAST “Jones’ poetry often invokes a sense of intimate nostalgia — a warm thirst for a moment or a place that was, or that could have been. The verses change pace on a dime. They vibrate.” — Jairo Ramos at NPR: Code Switch. “we tested our faith in stories of […]
Frightful Weather Outside (A You Tube Video) Brian Gilmore (as published in Fjords Review – Black American Special Edition 2015) 2006 Freddie Que dressed up as Santa Claus. Handing out small gifts to kids in one of the worst neighborhoods in the city. People around him passing by looking for a cocaine fix and there […]
POETS ONLINE TALKING ABOUT COFFEE: RION SCOTT Would you rather drive a really fast car or drink a really strong coffee? I’d rather stick a needle in my eye than drink a really strong coffee. Coffee is made when the devil passes water. Tea, however, is the true blood of the living God. Read the […]
’13 Fellow Amina Gautier was recently interviewed on FIRST DRAFT for Aspen Public Radio. Click on the link below to listen to the show, and also enjoy a second recording of outtakes from the show: http://aspenpublicradio.org/post/first-draft-amina-gautier
The Writers’ Workshop and The Rona Jaffe Foundation are delighted to announce that the 2015-2016 Rona Jaffe Foundation Graduate Fellowship in Creative Writing has been awarded to Monica West, who will enroll in the program’s Graduate Fiction Workshop this fall. The fellowship, which pays tuition and a generous stipend, is granted each year to a first-year woman student […]
No, you couldn’t be at Kimbilio 2015, but you can read the piece that Deesha shared at the Fellow’s reading: HOW CAN YOU BE MAD AT SOMEONE WHO’S DYING OF CANCER How can you be mad at someone who’s dying of cancer? It helps if you don’t yet know she’s dying, if you think the doctors are just […]
A RAMADAN TALE Near the end of the first day of my third Ramadan, Omar went to the store as the sun set and returned at the brink of the moon, bearing everything I requested except the dried fruit. I specifically said dried apricots and raisins. When he left I had just started to grow […]
UNGRATEFUL, UNAFRAID Joanne wore a pink circle skirt and a ribbon in her hair the day her sister disappeared. She was proud of that skirt, proud that it came all the way from the sixties, dusty but intact in a plastic bag from the attic—booty from a weekend of endlessly ungrateful household chores. Read the full story here: […]
