I stopped jumping in and out of trouble. Once, it was a moving car, my father pissed; the walk home slow and only mildly treacherous....
23.082015November 12, 2019
Self Censored: When Writing is Not Right
By Sheila McMullinIn FeaturedTags agency, anger, AWP, blog, censorship, childhood, Claudia Rankine, ethnicity, family, Helen Vendler, immigrant, literary activism, literary community, MFA, poet, poetry, power, race, religion, representation, restriction, Rita Dove, self-censorship, silence, The Penguin Anthology of Twentieth-Century American Poetry, theatrics, Tony Hoagland, university, voice, workshop, writer of color, writing
