A Final Conversation

I used bravado to protect myself when we lived in poverty.

A Letter to Robert Pinsky

We caress the rough. Sensuous, delectable, and yet sorrowful.

A Word, Please

Advice for a Young Painter

Identify where you came from, where you are, and where you wish to go.

All-American Poem

You can go from one town square to another and never fall in love.

Ann Beattie

Babylon Sister

Ah, yes, Rita reminded herself: I won. Her Mistress of Mayhem award.

Best of Sex Writing

I am always hungry & wanting to have sex. This is a fact.

Beyond the Glass Ceiling There’s Sky

If they don’t give you a seat at the table, bring a folding chair.

Carried Away

I’m a theatrical lyricist. I would never choose to look fat in public.

Cartoon Art Volume 2022-01

Clips from Our Interview with Frank

Frank Conroy

Clips from Our Interview with Jennifer Egan

Audio clips of Pultizer Prize winner Jennifer Egan on her work.

Dante on Broadway

How many times had I passed it in a taxicab or walked within sight of it?

Downhill Triolets

Ring, ring, ring at 2 a.m. means meth’s got my brother in the slammer again.

Elements of Style

The rich man adorns himself and the elegant man gets dressed.

For the Love of the Game

Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.

Fort Pierce, Florida

“You look like you’re about to fall over,” he says. “Are you all right?”

From A to Z

Youth! Goodness! Joy! Hope! Strange things to bring to a place like this.

Go Humbly

What right does an American mutt like me have to depict in fiction the lives of a Salvadoran family?


Her knees seemed about to give way, and he quickly grabbed her elbow.

Holy Defense and Other Poems

We were assigned straight to the lion’s muzzle, the Sardasht front.

How I Feel about You

It was more fun to get drunk with a friend than with a lover.

Jennifer Egan

I’ve wavered in confidence, but never on whether I was going to write.


Do we hunger after conflict as much as we hunger after justice?


No one in Lagos slouches. Bravado pulsates through the room.

Learning to Write

I came to computers while trying to run away from literature.

Learning Yiddish

I’m told that even during war, she took the time to put on lipstick.

Letters to a Young Writer

In the best fiction, there exists a palpable sense of discovery.

Letters to a Young Writer

The best writers talk a story the way they put it down on the page.