Poets Against Racism: In This Together
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Kelly Harriger GROUND ZERO Excerpted from “The Failure of Logic,” a novel-in-progress Dating had been a horrible experience for Daniel, and he hadn’t dated anyone in the decade since he’d…
Guest blogger Stacey Gross I remember when I was a kid we had this parking lot in town. I’m from Warren, Pa., so understand that the majority of my downtown…
by writer Patricia Thrushart The words ‘prolific’ and ‘writer’ are used together as often as ‘rough’ and ‘draft' or ‘copy’ and ‘editor.’ The assumption is that writing a lot is…
BY DAVID TAYLOR I was immediately struck and bowled over by the presence of fine, old-time fiddling and as I looked at the front of the former church on a raised stage stood a half-dozen middle-aged- to-elderly musicians and singers. The former sanctuary was filled with what appeared to be six or seven rows of theater seats with two more rows in the former choir loft. I learned later that the seats in the choir loft were for musicians who wished to play.