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. The Star-Ledger by BJ Ward 287 was the long road to the newspaper plant my black-handed father would ride beneath the weight of a night sky. A father who works the night shift knows that weight, how it accumulates from within when his mistakes and debt begin to press on his children and ... Read More...
Getaway Reads: Fifty-Fifty by Roberta Clipper
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. Fifty-Fifty by Roberta Clipper That’s what I call myself. My mother’s a mongrel. That’s what she says: ancestors from so many different parts of Europe that she can’t tell where she got the same name as Dad’s. It’s true! It’s on her birth certificate—Gillian Ann Gill. As southern as the William Williamses and Jo Ann Joneses of the West. I tease her: “If you’d hyphenated it, you’d be Jill ... Read More...
Getaway Reads: from Killing the Messenger by Thomas Peele
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. from Killing the Messenger by Thomas Peele Where justice is denied, where poverty is enforced, where ignorance prevails, and where any one class is made to feel that society is an organized conspiracy to oppress, rob, and degrade them, neither persons nor property will be safe. --Frederick Douglass Him. That kid. Over there. In the skullcap. With the iPod. Him. That ... Read More...
Getaway Reads: The Need for Character by Richard K. Weems
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. The Need for Character by Richard K. Weems The virtue of hope, in Enoch, was made of two parts suspicion and one part lust…He wanted, some day, to see a line of people waiting to shake his hand. --Flannery O’Connor, “Enoch and the Gorilla” Until this morning, my story was the same as any other yokel leaning on the brass rail at 9 a.m. Until this morning, there was no reason to ... Read More...
Getaway Reads: Poems by Lois Marie Harrod
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. Doorknobs by Lois Marie Harrod Someday one will turn and slip—hot and heavy from your hand and you will hear its twin clunk on the other side of the bedroom and there will be the door between the two of you, as it has been, apparently, before ... Read More...