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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Report from the Field: The Silence of a Siren
At 8am I have students hunched over their copies of The Aeneid with questions from the night before, clarifications rising like exhalations of vapor in...
Report from the Field: This Voice of Mine
Eleven years ago I sat at a table in a writing studio in downtown Kalamazoo, Michigan, rented by a professor I’ll call Mr. D, and...
Self Censored: When Writing is Not Right
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....