The visitors have come and gone, the Breakfast at Tiffany's shower has been thrown, the thesis readings have been executed with great success, and I'm left mired in papers (queering primitivism in Wallace Thurman's Fire!!) and exams (French!) and syllabi (my own version of a graduate Intro to Cultural Studies course). So expect a little less of me for a short while.
In the meantime, send your prose poems and short shorts to Indiana Review's 1/2K Prize. The illustrious, hilarious and unsettling Russell Edson is judging. Yee-haw.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment