We are as proud as brass buttons to announce that Taylor Coyle, our Murphy Writing Program Assistant, has won the 1st place poetry prize in the Richard Stockton College's 5th Annual Jennifer Cakert Writing Awards. (Read Taylor's award-winning poem, "The Science of Aging," below.) You can hear Taylor and the other prize winners read their poems and essays at Stockton College on Tuesday, April 8th at 6pm in Room F111. It's free and refreshments will be served. The Jennifer Cakert Writing Awards are sponsored by the Jan-ai Scholarship Fund, which has also ... Read More...
Getaway Reads: Two Poems by James Richardson
This entry is part of Getaway Reads, a weekly e-mail series curated by Stephanie Cawley that features the writing of the Winter Poetry & Prose Getaway faculty. Big Scenes by James Richardson And what was King Kong ever going to do with Fay Wray or Jessica Lange, but climb, climb, climb, and get shot down? No Wonder Gulliver’s amiably chatting with that six-inch woman in his palm. Desire’s huge, there’s really nowhere to put it in our small world that it will stay put: might as well just talk. Rage also, and fear, and elation are ... Read More...
Important Information for 2014 Participants
**Information for 2016 participants is posted here.** Winter Poetry & Prose Getaway January 17-20, 2014 The Winter Getaway faculty and I are looking forward to working with you. Below is a list of everything you need to arrive safely, happily and ready to enjoy the weekend, including how to book our special rate to extend your stay. Please read it carefully even if you've attended before so you don't miss anything. What's New "Meet, Greet & Ask" – This session is for first-timers, so you can ask any questions you might have, ... Read More...
Getaway Reads: Crossing the Milky Way by Anndee Hochman
This entry is part of Getaway Reads, a weekly e-mail series curated by Stephanie Cawley that features the writing of the Winter Poetry & Prose Getaway faculty. Crossing the Milky Way by Anndee Hochman Here is the baby: smell of sourdough, brown butter, mown wheat, warm earth. Moist anemone hands, the toes you nibble as if they are nubs of maple sugar. Behind the closed bedroom door, talk ripples up from downstairs. You rock in the hand-painted chair. Here is the hunger, legible in her wide blue eyes, garnet blossom of a mouth, the cry that bubbles ... Read More...
Getaway Reads: Two Poems by Stephen Dunn
This entry is part of Getaway Reads, a weekly e-mail series curated by Stephanie Cawley that features the writing of the Winter Poetry & Prose Getaway faculty. Don't Do That by Stephen Dunn It was bring-your-own if you wanted anything hard, so I brought Johnnie Walker Red along with some resentment I’d held in for a few weeks, which was not helped by the sight of little nameless things pierced with toothpicks on the tables, or by talk that promised to be nothing if not small. But I’d consented to come, and I knew what part of the house their ... Read More...