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Sonnet XVIII, William Shakespeare
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The Red Wheelbarrow, William Carlos Williams
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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
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One Art, Elizabeth Bishop
Sonnet XVIII, William Shakespeare
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The Red Wheelbarrow, William Carlos Williams
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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
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One Art, Elizabeth Bishop
Lately I’ve been thinking about time in novels. How to manipulate it, whether it should be linear or nonlinear, and what that choice means for a story. I began to examine it more closely after a recent weekend novel workshop I took with Lauren Grodstein.
In Erín Moure’s 2012 collection, she spreads the ashes of her mother, who was subject to the abject violence that took place during World War II, in a village near the Davydivka River in what is now present-day Ukraine. The word “tragedy” feels inadequate to describe these experiences.
Welcome to another fiction writer, Carol Keeley, who will post every Friday. As always, thanks for reading, and we welcome any and all comments these guest blogs provoke. Guest post by Carol Keeley Young women of a certain temperament tend to have a Frida Kahlo period. Mine bloomed post-Plath, pre-Rilke. I was bewitched by the…
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