A new piece by alumnus Matthew Muller (fiction, ’10) appears online in the Lowestoft Chronicle:
Back in a Minute
We lived at the bottom of Spencer’s Butte in Eugene, and sometimes, on weekends, we climbed to the top. My mother told us to listen for rattlesnakes that she said lived on the mountain, in case they were coming near the path. The whole darkness of the underbrush seemed about to rattle. The enormous trunks of the evergreens rose out of the inclines below us to a ceiling of branches and leaves above. In this green darkness, my father started talking about the cafe he would open if he ever had the money and wasn’t a poor teacher.
A new poem by alumnus Jeremy Bass (poetry, ’10) appears online in Vinyl Poetry:
Will rain fall we don’t know
only a few drops seem willing to answer.
High clouds the hulls of unseen ships
parked their dented blue enamel over our heads
each rib of cloud an arched gunnel
longer than the highway we drove on
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A new poem by alumnus Tommye Blount (poetry, ’13) appears in Vinyl Poetry:
I. Willi Ninja, Mother of the House of Ninja
Bitch, give me a body
and I will show you how it works.
Break it down
like the math of my hands—
have you seen my hands?—
first, a blade, then a compact,
now, a mirror. What you see
is a legend on the map.
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Applications are now being accepted for the 2014/2015 Joan Beebe Graduate Teaching Fellowship. The Fellowship offers a graduate of the MFA Program for Writers a one-year, non-renewable teaching position in the undergraduate Creative Writing program at Warren Wilson College. The Beebe Fellowship is available to all Warren Wilson MFA alumni, including those who received the degree during the years the program was at Goddard College. Some teaching experience is required. This year’s Beebe Fellow will have a concentration in fiction, although a facility with multiple genres is most beneficial for the program.
Full guidelines are available at http://www.wwcmfa.org/alumni/fellowship-opportunities/beebe-fellowship/. The deadline is February 1, 2014.Read More
A new interview with faculty member Ellen Bryant Voigt, “discussing her new collection and the poetic process behind it,” appears online at The Rumpus:
The Rumpus: This is your first poetry book after your collected poems, surely a moment of self-reckoning. And yet, Headwaters: the source of a river, the flow of a mind—the poems are so fresh and unleashed. What surprised you most when you started writing them?
Ellen Bryant Voigt: I think their tolerance of a certain kind of excess, particularly their double-stitching, that amount of direct repetition. It’s borne, perhaps, from recognition of impermanence, rather the opposite of chiseling a poem into stone—and unlike the chisel, it allows faster, multiple shifts of tone, redirections, mid-course corrections.Read More
Why are these people smiling? Because they had so much fun at the 2013 conference!
We are pleased to announce that the 2014 Alumni Conference will be held at Mount Holyoke College in South Hadley, MA from June 28 to July 5. Those of you who have never attended a conference before have probably already heard it: Come! You’ll be welcomed! Well, it’s true, because you already belong here. Lots of recent grads have come in the last few years; reach out to someone you know who attended to check it out. Maybe recruit a buddy or two to share a ride (or teach a course or sit on a panel). We hope to have more information on prices, etc., in the next few weeks, so keep your eye on the blog or check in with wwcmfa.org from time to time.
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A new poem by alumnus Ross White (poetry, ’08) appeared on Poetry Daily, Saturday, November 23, 2013.
Ross’s poem originally appeared in the current issue of New England Review (Vol. 34, #2), which also features work by alumnus Cody Heartz (poetry, ’13), and faculty members Laura Kasischke, Dana Levin, and Megan Staffel.
Quae Nocent Saepe Docent
My bow-legs crossed, I sat before someone I thought the great teacher.
His whole body a fist, he said, “Pain is the great teacher.”
A new piece by faculty member Dominic Smith, entitled “Where is all the Fiction in Space?”, appears online at The Millions:
As NASA readies its next Mars launch for today, we’re getting used to the idea of entertainment in space. Recently, Chris Hadfield, a Canadian astronaut, shot a music video of David Bowie’s“Space Oddity” onboard the International Space Station and it quickly went viral. It’s had about 19 million views on YouTube — about the population of Canada. And then Lady Gaga announced that she’ll be shuttling into space to perform a single track in 2015 as part of Zero G Colony music festival. But where’s all the literature in space? Actually, it turns out poetry is fairly well represented and there’s more on the way come Monday. But it’s pretty much a fiction desert up there.Read More
“The Living” by faculty member Christopher Castellani will be published as the new Ploughshares Solo, a digital-only series of individual long stories.
Alumnus Jamaal May‘s collection of poems, Hum, is now available from Alice James Books.
New work by faculty members C. Dale Young and Stephen Dobyns appears in the print edition of the November / December issue of American Poetry Review.
Alumna Nan Cuba‘s (fiction, ’89) new novel, Body and Bread, won the 2013 PEN/Southwest Book Award in Fiction, selected by Miroslav Penkov.
The new anthology, The Rag-Picker’s Guide to Poetry: Poets, Poems, Process, edited by Eleanor Wilner and Maurice Manning, and featuring work by many Warren Wilson faculty members, is now available from University of Michigan Press.Read More
A new story by alumnus Scott Nadelson (fiction, ’11) appears online in Four Way Review:
Could Be Worse
For a week in the middle of March, Paul Haberman felt increasingly out of sorts. Not much appetite, lousy sleep. In meetings he’d find himself absently chewing a knuckle. When the phone rang after nine at night, he braced for calamity. The wind blew hard against his bedroom window, and he imagined his neighbor’s oak tipping onto the roof. Lying in bed, with Cynthia huffing peacefully beside him, he asked himself what could be the matter and then did his best to answer. Maybe he’d been working too hard. Maybe he was troubled by the state of the world. Maybe by the fact that his stepchildren were growing up too fast. Or maybe it had been two months since he’d taken his car to the Baron. As soon as it grew light enough outside, he picked up the phone and dialed.
“Dr. H!” the Baron shouted on the other end of the line. “Why’s it been so long?”
“Lost track of time,” Paul said.
“You, maybe. But not that big beauty of yours. She needs a man who’s regular.”
“Any chance I can bring it—her—tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow, huh? Pretty busy, doc. But for your sweet lady, sure.”Read More