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Hooray!

Good news in today's mail -- two poems accepted by the North American Review, both from my current manuscript in progress. Joy!

Gone Fishing

Does literature's symbiotic relationship with the academy separate us from the arts community?

From my perspective, with seven years of experience in this field, I can honestly say I feel dance and literature are the two arts most commonly "left off" the catalog of arts disciplines in our country. I'd say that even film, despite its connection to a robust for-profit enterprise, is still more commonly recognized as "art" than writing and dance are. Yet writers are one of only two kinds of

Nice Surprise - Up at the Best American Poetry Blog today

Reb Livingston Presents a Poem by Suzanne Frischkorn

The Valley Center of the Arts Poetry Reading -- Today

Join Us! 1 PM Sunday, June 27The Valley Center of the Arts119 Caroline StreetDerby, CTFREErefreshments will be servedSuzanne Frischkorn is the author of Girl on a Bridge (2010) and Lit Windowpane (2008) both from Main Street Rag Publishing. In addition she is the author of five chapbooks, most recently, American Flamingo (2008). She is an Assistant Poetry Editor for Anti-.Jeff Mock is the

Wind & Pear Tree

I made an impulse buy last week. A glass wind chime in hues of green and yellow was marked down and I picked it up without thinking. I hung it on a branch of the pear tree in the backyard, then trimmed a few branches so we can see it when we seek an escape from the sun and humidity in our shade garden. It's so pretty, the little light we get back there catches the glass spheres and when the

Recommended Reading at No Tells

All June long! Today's selections by Suzanne Frischkorn

Alphabet Soup

I could go on, about how I left Publishing House X for Publishing House Y because I was still scared of Editor F, and how at Publishing House Y I managed to get three books written there working with Editor G—who assured me that he would never leave, and this was almost true, except for a brief period when he did, in fact, leave, but then he came back—and then the head of Publisher Y got fired,

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On Aggression by David Hernandez

oo la la

To Emily herself, Lord's love was "Improbable." It would have been unthinkable in her father's lifetime: his carefully protected daughter permitting such license, and with his old friend. The voice of judgment, "I say unto you" thundering through the startled air at morning prayers, had cleansed impurities from the minds of Edward Dickinson's listeners. As Emily put it humorously, "Fumigation