She remembers that golden ocean, the promise of a whole new land.
You can go from one town square
to another and never fall in love.
The author reads her story, a finalist in the Winter 2013 Story Contest.
You could not look at Leila for long, and yet you longed to look at her.
She did something few girls had ever done with him. She laughed.
Sonja slapped her sister. How could she shed tears for the past?
Do the work. Every day. Take a step back and see if you love it.
His beginnings, his genesis as a writer, and the fateful connections between life and art.
An owl, as large and incongruous in the night sky as a flying man.
The moths were the things that invaded, like a bad man’s touch.
We’d open our mouths and sink, trying to make an ocean of ourselves.
Ann Beattie in a wonderful reading of her story “Find and Replace."
He was just a bully, uncivilized, out of control, and wanting to lash out.
Here, Min Jin reads from her novel at Narrative Night, New York City.
Tobias Wolff reading two stories aloud: "Say Yes" and "Her Dog."
He could not stop marveling at the velvet quality of her skin.
A world of adventure awaited, a world of beautiful, available women.
Sam was like family. He was the angel of my writing life in every word.
Jayne Anne Phillips
Be honest. Writing is about honesty, and articulating that honesty.
Lynn Freed reads from her collection, The Curse of the Appropriate Man.
Iherde ich holde grete tale, an owle and one niyhtingale.
Let us stifle under mud and affirm it is fitting and delicious to lose everything.