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Kristen Roupenian on Writing and Getting Your MFA, Interviewed by LaVonne Roberts
Kristen Roupenian will be interviewed on LIVE with LIT as a part of LIT’s Commencement 2020 this Tuesday, May 19th at 7pm. Join here.
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“Cat Person” was published by The New Yorker on Monday, December 4th, 2017, and by that Friday, it was the most-read piece of fiction of all time on the magazine’s website. It earned its author – who was then completing a writing fellowship in Ann Arbor, Michigan – global fame, quickly followed by a seven-figure, two-book deal.
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I read 4.5 million views.
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“26 Letters Refuse to Whisper” by Lynne Jensen Lampe with Artwork by Carrie Wilmarth
Above: “UNTITLED,” 2020. Oil on Wood Panel, 9 x 12″
As for saying goodbye, we don’t know how.
Shoulder to shoulder we keep on walking.—Anna Akhmatova
_As for saying goodbye, I know howbut don’t want to surrender to thesechanged lives & cautious moments. COVID-19,death-o-matic, that’s what I call you. A period jabbed into the heart of a sentence.Each day I look out my window & -
TNS After Hours May Reading – Good Luck Grads!
Please join TNS After Hours and LIT Magazine as we celebrate the MFA in Creative Writing graduates of 2020. Hosted by Alex Vara, and moderated by LIT’s Editor-in-Chief Virginia Valenzuela.
Mix a martini, crack open a hard cider or coke, put on some pants, and pretend like you’re in the East Village listening to the talents of:
Bailey Powell Aldrich
Scott Amen
Matt Dupre
Kelsi Lindus
Oliver Scialdone
Jenna Tang
Lori Lynn Turner
Lavonne Roberts
Jenny Ryan
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Click here tonight at 7pm to join!
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Lula Bajek
“Lula’s work is tender and predatory. This predacity is an ability to open a wound by means of a picture. This wound is a gate to sensitive seeing.”
Bronka Nowicka
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Agnes
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“Diana the Thoroughbred” with Artwork by Rebecca Pyle
Above: “The Carousel and the Racehorse”
Pen, ink, and watercolor.They were headed for the track, one of the ones the Queen liked to enter her horses in. Gavin in his college days with friends had once gone to a track, but he had sworn then he would never bother again: it seemed a habit like smoking, sure to leave you wishing you had never begun, or like the habit of continually trying to meet girls, which would backfire, leave you apologizing or making excuses to half of them, not a spot you should want to find yourself in if you valued simplicity.
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An Unobservable Force Will Never Reveal Its Face by Brianna Noll
I thought the invisible
hand of the market
a velvetine fist,
viridian and calculable
like vectors of rain
in a dark winter.
I diagrammed its force
on the bedsheets
when I couldn’t sleep
so it was always
with me—a flutter
of huge wings
that would block
out the sun if they
weren’t so invisible.
I began to listen instead
to the wings of the hand
of the market,