Arguments with Joe are circular and tedious. Every word out of his mouth, it seems, is a waste of time. And she needs to check on her garden. She needs to get back to the bunker. What Joe doesn’t know is that she prefers being underground. The air is musty and cool like the inside of a wine cellar. Last winter, she didn’t emerge for weeks because of the latest strain of flu, which the news called “highly contagious,” and finished twelve books and nine jigsaw puzzles. Read more.
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The Writer’s Corner
Kiss Me Again Like The Second Time was one of those rare gems of a poem that start with a tiny spark that instantly ignites and the next thing you know the spark has exploded into a full blown fire or, in this case, a poem. I’d been reading a New York Bestseller Rom-Com, which […]
I wrote what would become my short story “Generations” many years ago. I didn’t have a lot of confidence in my writing then, but I knew enough to realize that it wasn’t any good. A story about a garden party? Who cares! When I first started writing, I focused on poetry. I’d never considered writing […]
In her Finding the Form online exclusive blog post, Jill Solnicki talks about her process, and reveals drafts of her poem “Blue Rooms”. Finding the form of a poem is both a conscious process, and a mysterious one. Why mysterious? Because, for me, a poem seems to arrive from above, out of air, or from […]
The Wild Writers Festival: Poetry and Prose That’s Out There
The New Quarterly is proud to present the Wild Writers Literary Festival. Join us for a celebration of the feral and free and its expression in poetry, the short story, and everything in between. Create, learn, discover and share the art of groundbreaking writing.