“Because it’s Safe to Walk Here at Night” by Nancy Koerbel

A poem by alum Nancy Koerbel (poetry, ’92) appears in the Pittsburgh City Paper:

And because it’s mid-July, the dog and I walk long, late,
after the moon’s up and the heat settles, pretending
we’re invisible. Two kids in front of us are sharing a cigarette
and playing Pokémon Go. You can tell. They keep stopping,
starting, looking around. Their cigarette smells really good,
the way cigarettes did once, when smoking was young and delightful.

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“Printer’s Breath” by Ian Wilson

A poem by alum Ian Wilson (poetry, ’02, fiction, ’16) appears at Apricity Magazine:

A man looks at the moon
and sees a woman bathing
in the farthest window
at the end of the block.
Perhaps not bathing,
writing or writhing, weaving
maybe waving — his eyes are not that good.

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Three poem by Leslie Contreras Schwartz

Three poems by alum Leslie Contreras Schwartz  (poetry, ’11) appear in Split Lip Magazine:


After surgery, her body weighted against
a wooden chair, eyes mid-blink, her face
curtained by a dark mass of hair, Frida lets
out curls of smoke from the left hand’s cigarette.

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“Flower Hunters” by Lauren Groff

A story by faculty member Lauren Groff appears at the New Yorker:GROFF Lauren, writer - © BASSO CANNARSA/LUZ

It is Halloween; she’d almost forgotten.

At the corner, a man is putting sand and tea-light candles into white paper bags.

He will later return with a lighter, filling the dark neighborhood with a glowing grid for the trick-or-treaters.

She wonders if it’s not hazardous to allow small uncoördinated people with polyester hems near so many flames.

Continue reading the story online, and check out an interview with Lauren about writing the story (which includes a Warren Wilson mention!) here.

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“Late Sketch” by Jayne Benjulian

A poem by alum Jayne Benjulian (poetry, ’13) appears at the Cortland Review:

I drew in pencil since the sketch
required changes, as of mind, or bed
or garden (love in rows).

Late I learned which instruments
& in what order, to plant in stages

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