This entry is part of Getaway Reads, an e-mail series curated by Taylor Coyle that features the writing of the Winter Poetry & Prose Getaway faculty. The Funnies by Peter E. Murphy I read before I learned to read, or at least I pretended to. I looked at the brightly colored comic strips and made up the words I thought the cartoon characters were saying. The funnies came on Sunday when my father put his music on, Mozart, Beethoven, Brahms and the rest of their friends. Our small apartment sounded like a cathedral. Every Thursday night ... 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: “Writing with Carly” by Mimi Schwartz
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. Writing with Carly by Mimi Schwartz This poem is on my refrigerator door: I love you, to the moon and stars and all the Way up to the planet mars. So one day if I fly up there You’ll know I love you anywhere. It has a smiley face above it and “I love you!” in a heart below it—and was written by my granddaughter Carly in the days when she felt like a writer. The feeling began ... Read More...
Getaway Reads: “Face to Face” 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. Face to Face: Loss and Homecoming at the 25th Reunion by Anndee Hochman I didn't expect to cry after just two hours on the Old Campus. Then again, I had few expectations for my 25th college reunion. For the previous four months, thoughts of returning to New Haven had been eclipsed by a more urgent matter: the rapidly declining health of my 77-year-old ... Read More...