Story: Marc J. Sheehan
The Biennese Jill and I were unloading the car, schlepping our backpacks and bags of groceries into the cabin, when John stopped his pick-up to check us out. He lived in the woods full-time, owned an incongruous brick ranch house at the very end of the two-track that meandered like a river of sand past … Read more
The Writer’s Book Club Begins
Eastern Point Lit House invites you to be part of an exciting new event series in Gloucester, MA. The Writer’s Book Club @ Duckworth’s Bistrot will offer great food, fine wine, and in-depth discussion about the books we love. Join some of our favorite authors as they sit down over a glass of fine wine … Read more
Poems: Simon Perchik
From each funeral some dampness rushing in and hulls half wood half already end over end still remember a place being close by -it has to do with looking up though her name can’t be changed and this gravestone stays soft the way shorelines forget where to come back for water trembling just below the … Read more
(Archive) In Place: Daniella Engel’s “Mannequin Behind Glass”
This is another video from our Chester College of New England archive. When it was filmed Daniella Maria Fuentes Engel was a creative writing student who happened to like printmaking. She will graduate from the creative writing program at the New Hampshire Institute of Art later this month. Her original bio included this quote: Digo … Read more
(Archive) Excerpt: Jen Karetnick
From Landscaping for Wildlife Love Poem for the Purple Gallinule From ficus to sawgrass, spatterdock to mangrove, with the fidgety gravity of a balloon losing helium, the purple gallinule skips over the skin of the glades, freckle to sunspot like the sheen on the surface of oil upon water. His mate is somewhere nearby. Or … Read more
Story: Katie McGinnis
Marcus Marcus was a poet. A man pumped so full of lithium that his arms had swollen into sausages. So fat that I could hardly find his eyes. According to him, to his eyes, the world draped around the sky like a curtain. And who’s to say it doesn’t? That was his point. Marcus was … Read more
(Archive) Haiku: Rich Boucher
You are an exam. A quiz I fail like a fool in love’s dim classroom. Rich Boucher has published four chapbooks of poetry and once hosted poetry slam in Newark, Delaware. Since moving to Albuquerque, NM in 2008, Rich has performed all over Duke City, and his poems have appeared in Adobe Walls: An Anthology … Read more
Poem: Alejandra Pizarnik (translated by Samantha Memi)
The Absent Lover I The blood wants to settle Its reason for loving has been stolen. Naked absence. I drive myself crazy, I strip myself. What would the world say if God had abandoned it like this? II Without you the sun falls like an abandoned corpse. Without you I hold myself in my arms … Read more
In Place LIVE: Steve Almond
We are pleased to continue to bring you live performances from some of our favorite writers. Almond’s reading was part of the launch of the Eastern Point Lit House readings in Gloucester, MA, an event co-sponsored by the Gloucester Writers Center. Steve Almond is the author of ten books of fiction and non-fiction, most recently … Read more
Excerpt: Chris Ross
From Born & Raised Turf’s Funeral The next morning I found my sister Billie sitting in the kitchen painting her toenails. Cathy called—she said. We’re burying Turf today at her house. You’re coming. I told Billie—But I have a swimming lesson at the Y. Billie blew on her toes. I don’t think you’ll drown if … Read more
