Ron MacLean on Writing
April 14, 2014Interview by Kelcey Parker
They pushed me over the ledge into a free fall where I found my voice.
They pushed me over the ledge into a free fall where I found my voice.
I know the friendships I’ve made in the TW community will stay with me.
At dusk they'd bicker and fuss
Not all critics rival Harold Bloom’s elephantine pomposity, but I’d rather read a book myself first.
to the blues wafting out over the Pacific
We inherit our passions—perhaps from critics like Douglas Crimp, perhaps from professors like Ross.
hope is hard to grasp when your imagination’s/grown fat on darkness