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It seems that in every creative writing class I take, Eudora Welty’s name is invoked. The woman had a lot to say about writing. A quick search on the internet will give you hundreds of thousands of hits of her advice despite the fact that she died over 15 years ago. She is, without a […]
Read my last mini-essay here. The Collection as Form This seminar by Kathryn Rhett, instructor at Queens University of Charlotte, explored the works of three different authors and genres. In poetry, we read The Well Speaks of its Own Poison by Maggie Smith; in fiction, Adam Johnson’s Fortune Smiles, and in nonfiction, The Braindead Megaphone […]
MFA ESSAYS Now that I am a MFA student in Creative Writing (Fiction) at Queens University, I am required to write a few short comparative literature essays about the books we read and the seminars we attended. I figured, might as well post these essays here, too, right? My first essay is about the Treatment […]
Visiting Boston inspired me. I met characters everywhere I went, and the cacophony of sounds — police sirens, intermittent construction, the hiss of steam from a kitchen vent behind a restaurant — instigated poems. But by my third day there, I’d come to a realization…
There is no doubt about it: travel is dangerous. And I’m not just talking about going into war zones or taking that unlicensed ferry across a dark and stormy sea. Travel is dangerous to your perspectives, your opinions, your outlook on life, hometown and friends and family. There is something about traveling (especially long-term) to […]
All photos from Sirkus Islands Facebook Page. Used with permission. Skip to the Important part Random Pub on a corner Reykjavik, Iceland Saturday, 13 December 2014 15:00 Greenwich Mean Time Looking For Entertainment Maria and I have followed our noses up and down the street, looking for the source of “that Icelandic hotdog smell“. Eventually, […]
It’s ironic, actually, that I left Montreal without looking back and that I leave Edinburgh feeling as if I’m ending a good relationship prematurely. Ironic because I’d moved to Montreal intending to stay forever and I’d come to Edinburgh intending non-permanence. Funny how that happens, no?