Second in a Series Edited by Miriam R. Haier Marion Wrenn, Jason Schneiderman and Miriam R. Haier met on July 19, 2013 to discuss recent titles from Alice James Books. MW: I wanted to talk about the way that a collage-based work still does a kind of world-making. In a narrative collection, the world […]
Prose
Casey Wiley: In Fall We Are Leaves, in Winter We Are Snow, in Spring and Summer We Are Who Knows
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling —James Joyce When does rain way up there become snow, we ask each other as ourselves walking side by side in a snow-drifty parking lot, late evening, snow falling, our heads dropped back like our necks are fake […]
Diana Spechler: My Boyfriend, Jesus
Today is the feast day of two Catholic saints–Saint Cletus and Saint Marcellinus–so of course I’m reminiscing about a guy I dated who thought he was Jesus. I don’t mean he thought he was Jesus in the enlightened, we-are-all-one sense, in which case he would have thought he was also Buzz Aldrin, Bill Clinton, Hillary […]
PBQ on the Small Presses: Understanding the Curatorial Logic of Four Way Books, first in a series, Edited by Miriam R. Haier
PBQ “Pressay” Project Marion Wrenn, Jason Schneiderman, Lorraine Doran and Miriam R. Haier met on September 9, 2012 for an essayistic conversation about the 2011 titles from Four Way Books. What can the books published by a small press in a single year tell us about editorial logic that pulls them together, and about the […]
Chris Brennan: That’s what you get
That’s what you get if you win a round the Samoan said after my right cross glanced off his cheek and his response shifted my nose from the center of my face to somewhere near my right ear. What do I get if I lose one, I asked spitting blood. I always had a big mouth. […]
Chris Brennan: Second Grade Sin
It took about a week for the Polish nun who ruled supreme over my 2nd grade class to notice I had stopped praying aloud like my classmates who dutifully repeated the Our Father and Hail Mary spelled out on the chalk board. She berated me with withering scorn as 29 other 2nd graders read […]