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Susan Schorn reads from her debut memoir, Smile at Strangers: And Other Lessons in the Art of Living Fearlessly, published in May by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt.
Fall down seven times, get up eight.
Sally Ball reads from her second poetry collection, Wreck Me, published in April by Barrow Street Press.
No Threat, Nuthatch
Tiny presence in the pines,
hold still. Upside down—
right side up—flock of nerves
and fretful hunger. Hold still.
Sohpie Cabot Black reads three poems from her third poetry collection, The Exchange, published in May by Graywolf Press.
I could only close my eyes on the blue
Shirtsleeve of leaving and understand
I was to make my own sentence. No voice
Brian Kimberling reads from his debut novel, Snapper, published in April by Pantheon.
Some Old Horses
Julie Wu reads from her debut novel, The Third Son, published in April by Algonquin Books.
Fiction writer Susan Steinberg reads from "Superstar," the opening story from her collection Spectacle, published in January 2013 by Graywolf Press.
I once hung out with this shit group of kids and they were just such shit.
This to say I made some mistakes.
Like breaking into this one guy’s car.
Like stealing the stereo out of that car.
I was young and I didn’t steal the stereo because I wanted the stereo.
Fiction writer Manuel Gonzales reads from the story "Pilot, Copilot, Writer," from his debut short story collection, The Minature Wife and Other Stories, published in January 2013 by Riverhead Books.
Pilot, Copilot, Writer
We have been circling the city now at an altitude of between seven thousand and ten thousand feet for, according to our best estimates, around twenty years.
Poet Patricia Kirkpatrick reads three poems from her collection, Odessa, published in December 2012 by Milkweed Editions.
Near the end of summer.
Wheatfield with lark. With swift,
longspur, and sparrow. I see the birds
opening tails and wings
and hidden nests.
Soybeans with bells, yellowing, green
tassels of corn, geese
again and again.
I see the birds
but wind takes all the sound.
Small towns are reduced to chains or storefronts,
Poet Lisa Russ Spaar reads "St. Protagonist," the opening poem from her collection Vanitas, Rough, published in December by Persea Books.
It's bedtime. Tell me a story
as the leaves fly
again, even as we love them
& cannot see them.
Espouser, hero, night errant—
whose wont is to belaud,
chant, cheer, adore
what is before you:
teach me that. The part
in the lady's long dark hair.
Joshua Cohen reads from the first section of his latest short story collection, Four New Messages, published in August by Graywolf Press.
This isn’t that classic conceit where you tell a story about someone and it’s really just a story about yourself.
My story is pretty simple:
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