Jennifer Acker's Blog, page 128
October 7, 2018
The Common’s Issue 16 Events
Join us for our Issue 16 launch events in Amherst and Holyoke!
October 3, 2018
Little Wonder
Kat Gardiner
The sunlight filtered through the window of our cafe. Golden sweet, it wove around the trees, the garden, over the stage, through the window and onto the railroad tie floor. I didn’t mind sweeping, because I got to dip my feet in it. There was music on, Gram Parson’s Brass Buttons.
The sunlight filtered through the window of our cafe. Golden sweet, it wove around the trees, the garden, over the stage, through the window and onto the railroad tie floor. I didn’t mind sweeping, because I got to dip my feet in it. There was music on, Gram Parson’s Brass Buttons.
September 28, 2018
Uncommon Literature: Reading at Frost Library
Join the staff and interns of The Common for a celebration of uncommonly good literature! Come to hear readings from our most recent issues and enjoy wine and cheese in the CHI.
September 2018 Poetry Feature: CP Surendran
CP SURENDRAN
Cowboy
These roads are good now,
Clean, deserted,
Fit to walk, or stage a duel.
A lone Victoria, slow,
As if the horse was drawing
The whole city after it,
Is the only traffic.
Cowboy
These roads are good now,
Clean, deserted,
Fit to walk, or stage a duel.
A lone Victoria, slow,
As if the horse was drawing
The whole city after it,
Is the only traffic.
September 25, 2018
Dogs
KELSEY LEACH
We did not know loss; the snapping of a bud from a branch was a sharpness we had never tasted. We only existed here: in the now and the now and the now.
We did not know loss; the snapping of a bud from a branch was a sharpness we had never tasted. We only existed here: in the now and the now and the now.
September 24, 2018
Review: The Distance Home
TESS CALLAHAN
We leave this tender and arresting novel asking ourselves where the cruelty of the sort depicted in “The Lottery” exists in our lives, and whom we have sacrificed in pursuit of a better harvest.
We leave this tender and arresting novel asking ourselves where the cruelty of the sort depicted in “The Lottery” exists in our lives, and whom we have sacrificed in pursuit of a better harvest.
September 21, 2018
Friday Reads: September 2018
Curated by: SARAH WHELAN Though we love a quiet summer, nothing makes us happier than the hustle and bustle of a new semester. This month, we’re reaching for recommendations from the pillars of our academic community–the professors themselves. Please enjoy these recommendations from the Amherst College English Department! Recommendations: Let Me Be Frank With You
September 19, 2018
In the Natural World
LAWRENCE RAAB
Animals dream, but of what we do not know… / Maybe some think back, / maybe others regret. But what about guilt? / Does it play a part in their kingdom? / …In one night / moles can dig tunnels 300 feet long, / while all that time we’re awake / brooding about the future…
Animals dream, but of what we do not know… / Maybe some think back, / maybe others regret. But what about guilt? / Does it play a part in their kingdom? / …In one night / moles can dig tunnels 300 feet long, / while all that time we’re awake / brooding about the future…
The Little River
SUSAN HARLAN
The Little River isn’t very little or rather/ I don’t know what it is little in relationship to./ By the bank the water is smooth as paper/ but in the middle my sneakered feet are unsteady/ pulled by the current.
The Little River isn’t very little or rather/ I don’t know what it is little in relationship to./ By the bank the water is smooth as paper/ but in the middle my sneakered feet are unsteady/ pulled by the current.
September 17, 2018
Above the Clouds: An Interview with Chandrahas Choudhury
CHANDRAHAS CHOUDHURY
Something we had in common at the beginning of the journey, and which I transferred from myself into him, was a sudden sense of freedom and pleasure in the world, and what that feeling does to your language and your mind—it makes it bubble, hum, throw off sparks and become a source of pleasure in its own right.
Something we had in common at the beginning of the journey, and which I transferred from myself into him, was a sudden sense of freedom and pleasure in the world, and what that feeling does to your language and your mind—it makes it bubble, hum, throw off sparks and become a source of pleasure in its own right.
