Susan Nisenbaum Becker: Three Poems
September 22, 2014TW Featured Poet
Try tranquil when you notice a stranger blowing on his fingers or the sun’s become obscured or you are rushing to a vanishing point.
Try tranquil when you notice a stranger blowing on his fingers or the sun’s become obscured or you are rushing to a vanishing point.
While entrepreneurship works for high-tech startups, grafting it to what creative writers do is like sticking a brick on an apple tree.
This summer, who read Doctor Sleep, I Pity the Poor Immigrant, and Wild?
Tight language, vivid description, strong nouns and verbs, a sense of urgency.
I woke up this morning and discovered I’d become a cockroach. What should I wear?
I think he stumbled on telling the truth to save his own life—and it worked.
Having a famous parent is a leg up to nowhere. It made sense to people that Kurt Vonnegut’s son would have mental health problems.