by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Nov 25, 2010 | poetry, the day |
from the archives: november 27, 2008 Jane Hirshfield writes: Having eaten the pears. Having eaten the black figs, the white figs. Eaten the apples. Table be strewn. Table be strewn with stems, table with peelings of grapefruit and pleasure. Table be...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Aug 18, 2010 | Columbus GA, poetry, the day |
“let me catch sight of you again going over the wall and before the garden is extinct and the woods are figures guttering on a screen let my words find their own places in the silence after the animals” from “Vixen” by W. S....
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Aug 9, 2010 | mfa, poetry |
David Jauss is my adviser this semester at Vermont College. During the residency, each student creates a reading list, which the adviser must approve. The books on the list may change as writing issues come up, but it’s a place to start. Both semesters...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jun 26, 2010 | craft of writing, essays, memoir, poetry, reading, stories |
with new pages! #1: What’s in it for me? #2: What’s happening? #3: What’s in a cover? I’ve subscribed to One Story since 2004. Plus, I try to subscribe to 3-4 other literary journals. And I mix it up from year to year. If we don’t...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jun 22, 2010 | Columbus GA, poetry |
Several years ago in a used bookstore in Columbus, Georgia, called “Beetlebinders” that now no longer exists, I found a very old book called Day Dreams. It took me a minute to figure out that the formless white shape on the cover was a genie being released...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jun 20, 2010 | catching moments, Columbus GA, poetry, the day, time |
I was in my study on the phone wishing my father a happy day when I glanced out the window to see what my father thought, from my description, was a hawk on the roof of the old swing set, and I called to my son, home from college, who came in and took this photo....
