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Interview with Michael Stephens
Michael Stephens’ essay about his old writing teacher, Seymour Krim, developed from a series of notes he was making about two separate topics: Seymour Krim, and the genre of creative nonfiction.Issue 02
Another interview with Donald Morrill
While in China, poet Donald Morrill kept travel journals, “not really certain what I was going to do with them,” he says. He thought he would use them to write poems, and later did.Issue 02
The Writing Zone: An interview with Christopher Buckley
What pleases Christopher Buckley most about “Work-Ups” is that he was able to capture the feeling of goodwill that baseball brought to him and his friends during the 1950s.Issue 02
Listening for a Voice: interview with Margaret Gibson
Margaret Gibson wrote her essay, “Thou Shalt Not Kill,” to “record a world that is vanishing,” she says. She wrote the memoir, in which she recalls learning about life and death in her childhood rural home, to hear her own voice-a voice that she says is diminishing daily under the onslaught of commercialism.Issue 02
Interview with Donald Morrill
An interview with Donald Morrill, writer of "I Give Up Smiling"Issue 02
Interview with Judith Kitchen
As publisher of State Street Press-which produces a well-known poetry-chapbook series-and a literary critic whose bi-annual reviews of new poetry appear in the Georgia Review, poet Kitchen brings to creative nonfiction her experience with poetic stanzas, which she says allows her to shift quickly from one direction to another.Issue 02
FROM THE EDITOR: On “Poets Writing Prose” and Journalists Writing Poetry
In his classic essay about the new journalism, Tom Wolfe maintains that he — along with most other traditional journalists of the 1950s-1970s secretly wished to be novelists. I won’t second-guess Wolfe; some people say that Wolfe has proven himself as a novelist in “Bonfire of the Vanities.”Issue 02
The Necessity of Poetry
Wartime childhood, a father’s generosity, and the passing of time: memory fragmentsIssue 02 / Issue 50
I Give Up Smiling
Before I went to live in Changchun, China, what I knew of thronged street life derived from a few gyrating days in Manhattan. On Garfield Avenue in my hometown of Des Moines, the only crowd—if it could be called that—gathered on 10 consecutive August nights, drawn by the first booms of fireworks that concluded the grandstand show at the State Fair nearby.Issue 02
Menagerie
In the spring of 1959 or 1960 the alligator arrived. It came in a nondescript cardboard box a little longer than it was wide, of just a size to contain a tiny umbrella or a couple dozen pencils.Issue 02