When I crested 12 and took the first tentative steps down authorship’s overgrown path, the trees and buzzing insects spoke with the voices of Sylvia...
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Dung-Aw: Conveying the Poetry of Grief
For writers with the gift of more than one language, what kinds of sounds are we able to make when grieving? From living in this...
The White Fists of Old Letters: On Being Plathian
I. October 5, 2017 It’s hard to say when my work was first called Plathian. It certainly could have been during a senior year college...