Alumni Updates

Patrick Donnelly (poetry, ’03): Patrick’s diptych, “One and a Half Poems,” appears in the current issue of Plume:

In Which I Explain Why I Set the Fire

AAAWell it began with a microburst from the North when the moon
was hot and bright on the Twenty-Sixth of the Fifth Month.
AAAThe first obstacle that wind met was the top of a White Pine
in the Neighbor of the Right’s yard, which it shoved aslant
AAAthe transformer with a flash, killing the a/c for three days
and spoiling the fish. The Other White Pine, its mate,
AAAthe one I think of as male, didn’t break. But afterward every time
I walked to the mailbox I had to say “One Broken, One Whole,”
AAAand lift my hands over my head, whether I liked it or not...[Keep Reading]…

 

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Alumni Updates

Susan Sterling (fiction, ’92): Susan’s essay “El Pocito” appears in the summer 2012 issue of Under the Sun, a “national literary journal exclusively dedicated to the publication of creative non-fiction.”

To order copies, please visit the magazine’s website.

 

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Short Swimsuits

Seth Pollins’ (fiction, ’09) article, “The Short Swimsuit: A Personal & Historical Account” is up at The Rumpus:

I: Nostalgia

My father wore a short swimsuit. I have a goofy picture of him, circa 1970: he’s on the beach holding his infant son (my brother, Scott), and he’s wearing a short blue swimsuit with white piping and a nifty snap at the waist. This was the Golden Age of short swimsuits—an epoch that lasted into the eighties. As a child, I experienced the end of this epoch. I have a picture of myself, circa 1983: I’m on the beach in Stone Harbor, and I’m wearing a short red swimsuit with a white and blue stripe down the side.

Every summer, my family spent a good two weeks in Stone Harbor—a tradition that spanned my own, and my mother’s childhood. The tradition ended in 1987, the year my parents divorced. That fall, I moved into a small apartment in East Petersburg, PA with my mother and younger sister, Katie. I spent my afternoons, after school, locked in my room, listening to my mother’s Beach Boys albums, and dreaming about summer. My greatest, and only hope, was that my parents might get back together, and this hope was imagined as a return to Stone Harbor.

Even now, as an adult, I comfort myself with Stone Harbor nostalgia. I remember a post-beach meal at Green Cuisine. I was flanked by my mother, my father, and my brother who was holding our baby sister, and before me sat a giant blueberry smoothie. I desperately had to pee, but I just couldn’t bring myself to abandon the table—so I sat, fidgeting, unspeakably happy in my short swimsuit...[Keep Reading]…

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Warren Wilson Alumni in Best New Poets

Warren Wilson MFA Program alumni Elizabeth T. Gray, Jr. (poetry, ’09) and Ross White (poetry, ’08) have been selected by Matthew Dickman for the Best New Poets 2012 Anthology.

Elizabeth T. Gray, Jr., “Albania” (nominated by Beloit Poetry Journal)

Ross White, “Ocean Quahog”

Elizabeth T. Gray, Jr.

Ross White

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RJ Gibson and Mike Puican in Cortland Review

Alumni RJ Gibson (poetry, ’11) and Mike Puican (poetry, ’09) both have poems appearing in Issue 56 of The Cortland Review, complete with audio recordings:

Immersion Method

RJ Gibson

Now that your wife’s moved out
you’ve papered your house, downstairs and up
with yellow Post-It Notes. Each object’s tag bears
its name in French.  You’re living in the world
you know, yes, but also the world you don’t know yet.
Aren’t we all.
Yours is a world where the kitchen range
is powered by gaz. Your cabinets, drawers are full
of fourchettes, couteaux, cups, et cuillères...[Keep Reading]…

When He’s Dead

Mike Puican

he can finally stop wondering whether God exists or if
he’ll ever have the nerve to hug his father. He no longer
has to say, “A part of me feels uncomfortable with the Democrats.”
Finally he can stop thinking about what he should have said
in the custody hearing, how he shouldn’t have been so flip
to the court-ordered psychologist. He can stop daydreaming
about the tree of heaven that grows 15 feet each year
even though the Polish lady cuts it to the ground each spring, …[Keep Reading]…

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Alumni Updates

Faith S. Holsaert (fiction ’82): Faith’s poem “The Flood” appears in the Women Writing Nature issue of Sugar Mule:

The Flood

after Lucille Clifton

We said
it was the tree of life

we thought
rising the new way was not lucifer but venus in the morning caught like a star
in the branches

no …
coiled into the shadow at the trunk’s foot scales
shine like kaddish

and even the
solitary child
the hope of our mornings
is drawn from her book
is walking in the dog hot day
her hair smoothed as if ironed
the hum of cicadas
the two eyes under the foot bridge the corn silk limp
heat lightning
hell sulfur
just as the gob pile gives
the water fills the holler
from enclosing ridge
to enclosing ridge

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Alumni Updates

Catherine Barnett (poetry, ’02): Catherine’s poem “Categories of Understanding” appears as the August 6th edition of Poetry Daily:

I’m studying the unspoken.
“What?” my son asks.
“What are you looking at?”
But there is no explaining,
I can only speak the way light
falls, the way the cotton sheet
lays itself over his sleeping or resting
or dissolving body, touching him with
its ephemera, its oblivion.

Catherine is the author of The Game of Boxes (2012, Graywolf).

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Alumni Updates

Laurie Saurborn Young (poetry, ’08): Laurie was recently interviewed in The Collagist:

“Draught” was the product of cabin fever and fantasies of rain, during a long, hot Texas summer. There are no day trips out of the heat—no way to escape—so I spent much of those four months inside. It’s like deep winter but in a bright and sunny hell. Rain was a memory. What it sounded like on the roof, I no longer knew. All I could hear were bells. Though that may have been an air-conditioning-induced hallucination.

As well, the poem is about dreaming—it could be read as an Ode to Dreams I Would Rather Have. Most of my dreams are about falling from nervous heights. I’d rather dream about Nietzsche and rabbits and leaves. And water...[Keep Reading]…

Laurie is the author of Carnavoria (2012, H_NGM_N Books).

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Alumni Updates

Scott Challener (poetry, ’08): Scott’s poem “Leaving” was recently selected to be part of the Institute of Contemporary Art/Boston’s “Words from the Walk” program. It was mounted on a glass plaque and installed on Boston’s Harborwalk, where it will remain on display until Spring 2013.

Leaving

Dazzling, the whiteness of the harbor
the masts appearing
first in the sun-spray like needles

of ghostly metronomes: bodiless larghettos
in their own time emerging
a nocturne of hidden snows

that landscape the sea…
and if you sit long enough on a rock
late into the afternoon growing

cold under the awning
of a dream, staring, hearing them,
your mind may begin

to glide and you find you
are standing, beginning the walk
home, moving among open sounds.

The plaque also credits Grub Street, a Boston writing center directed by faculty member Christopher Castellani, for its role in selecting the poem.

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Jasmine Beach-Ferrara on Chick-fil-A

Alumna Rev. Jasmine Beach-Ferrara (fiction, ’01), current director of the Campaign for Southern Equality, gets at the real issues behind the recent Chick-fil-A controversy in a recent article for the Huffington Post.

Still, as gay minister in the South, I’ve been puzzled by the national media frenzy surrounding this story. Here in the South we are, sadly, used to hearing anti-LGBT rhetoric — from business leaders, politicians and preachers. It’s hardly news, it’s hardly surprising and it’s hardly ever the whole story.

As a CEO and private citizen, Mr. Cathy has the right to voice his beliefs on gay marriage (or any topic). And people have the right to disagree or agree and make consumer choices accordingly. Chick-fil-A is not the issue here. The real issue is that in 29 states, Mr. Cathy, or any employer, has the right to fire employees simply for being gay or lesbian. In 34 states, employers can fire people because of their gender identity...[Keep Reading]…

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