With a new year on the horizon, Megan Willome is off for a fresh clean start and a little exploring. By sled, of course.
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Perspective: ‘Charlotte’s Web’ is a Medieval Novel
“Charlotte’s Web” a medieval novel? Join author Megan Willome as she gives a different perespective on the classic story.
Perspective: Found in Translation
Nothing is lost in translation in Maria Dahvana Headley’s contemporary rendering of “Beowulf” — backward, in high heels.
Perspective: The Poet Takes a Bike Ride
How does a poet gain perspective? Megan Willome takes a bike ride—in Canada. Share your August reads, fellow poets!
Perspective: Letters of Three
Parenting is hard—sure—but writing believable parents is hard too. Megan Willome writes letters to three sets of fictional parents.
Perspective: Character in the In-Between
Sometimes the best place to develop character is in an in between space—be it the multiverse or the bardo. Come rediscover President Lincoln.
Perspective: A Tale As Old As Time—’Tess of the D’urbervilles’
The tale of “Tess of the D’Urbervilles” is a tale as old as time. That’s why we still need its perspective.
Perspective: The Madness of Don Quixote
Madness is the coin that opens our hearts to story. Join us as we consider the madness and sanity of Cervantes’ Don Quixote.
Perspective: ‘In the Company of Crows and Ravens’
Truth, beauty, and science co-exist in magical ways in Tony M. Marzluff’s “In the Company of Crows and Ravens.”
Perspective: When Authors Keep Secrets
It’s one thing when a narrator keeps secrets. It’s another when an author keeps them. Join us for “The Remains of the Day.”
Perspective: Agatha Christie’s ‘Death on the Nile’
Like a poet, Agatha Christie doesn’t waste a single detail. Join us as we read “Death on the Nile” through the theme of Perspective.
Reading Generously: Perspective Glass
This year we are reading generously through the theme of Perspective. Grab your perspective glass and join us.
Generosity of Perspective: Not So Scared
Callie Feyen reflects on Frankenstein, Auggie and Me, and the generosity of perspective in understanding another and being human together.
Glass & Gardening: Interview with Poet Jules Jacob
Two collections within one year’s time. Meet poet Jules Jacob and learn how she’s handled the challenge. Plus discover her inspirations!
LIII. “I Stepped From Plank To Plank” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems LIII. I Stepped From Plank To Plank EXPERIENCE. I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch, — This gave me that precarious gait Some […]
L. “You Cannot Put a Fire Out” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems L. You Cannot Put a Fire Out POWER. You cannot put a fire out; A thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a fan Upon the slowest night. You cannot fold a flood And put it in a drawer, — Because the winds would find it out, And […]
XLVIII. “What Soft Cherubic Creatures” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XLVIII. What Soft Cherubic Creatures What soft, cherubic creatures These gentlewomen are! One would as soon assault a plush Or violate a star. Such dimity convictions, A horror so refined Of freckled human nature, Of Deity ashamed, — It’s such a common glory, A fisherman’s degree! Redemption, brittle lady, […]
XLIII. “The Brain” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XLIII. The Brain THE BRAIN. The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside. The brain is deeper than the sea, For, hold them, blue to blue, The one the other will absorb, As […]
Poetic Voices: Ian Seed and Stephen Pollock
Poets Ian Seed and Stephen Pollock poetically consider what becomes more important as you move or inch into later life.
XXXIV. “I Have a King Who Does Not Speak” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXXIV. I Have a King Who Does Not Speak I have a king who does not speak; So, wondering, thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away,— Half glad when it is night and sleep, If, haply, thro’ a dream to peep In parlors shut by day. And […]