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Posts By: Sheila Squillante

Sheila Squillante

Essay: “We Move the Chicken Coop: Chickens Inform the Creative Mind,” by Sherry Rind

By on February 15, 2012

According to Howard Gardner’s book Multiple Intelligences, our society prizes logical-mathematical thinking above other kinds.  It follows that I did well in school because my talents fall in the linguistic-mathematical range beloved of givers of standardized tests and late twentieth

Fiction: “Woman in the Woods,” by Adam Reger

By on February 1, 2012

Bruce had been asleep under the table when the phone rang. An old phone, its bell rattled loosely, sending tremors down his hand: in the midst of a bad dream, he had gripped the table’s ankle. As the phone rang

Where the Music Happens: An Interview with Judith Vollmer

By on January 16, 2012

By Marcella Prokop Judith Vollmer’s collection of poems The Water Books was published this month by Autumn House Press. Her previous books include Reactor, nominated for a National Book Critics Circle Award; The Door Open to the Fire (1997 Cleveland

Poem: “Light, Pinned and Singing,” by Jessica Reed

By on January 7, 2012

I am finally present. As Virginia said, My eyes are hard. Years ago now, in optics lab, my partner’s strange pronunciation of ‘frosted glass’. We were looking at spectra then: glass- shattered light lines. But I couldn’t focus. Those radiant

Ted Morrissey on Calypso, Accomplished Lying, and the Contemporary Novella

By on December 16, 2011

by Beth Gilstrap   On a gray March evening, I spoke with Ted Morrissey, author of the novel Men of Winter (Punkin House, 2010) and the forthcoming novella and story collection Weeping with an Ancient God. We talked about the

Poem: “The Canyon,” by Candace Black

By on December 7, 2011

Beyond the strip of backyard grass, further than the rim of ice plant’s succulent green spears, past the firebreak bulldozers shaved each spring across tufts of scrubby chaparral and mustard, exposing once

Fiction: “Wish You Were Here,” by Geeta Kothari

By on December 1, 2011

The night is endless, with one request after another, songs they can’t play, songs they won’t play. “No,” Red Puppy says to the bride’s mother, a troll in a green dress with a sash. “We don’t do ‘YMCA.’” He makes

Goats and Genre and Getting Closer to the Truth: An Interview with Brad Kessler

By on November 9, 2011

  By Sarah Leavens   “All flesh begins as grass,” Brad Kessler writes in his 2009 memoir Goat Song: A Seasonal Life, A Short History of Herding, and the Art of Making Cheese. This is fitting for an exploration of

Fiction: “42°33′N 0°33′W,” by Tina May Hall

By on August 28, 2011

When they lived in France, they had ducks in the yard, fat pillows of noise and stink.  Their ridged feet scratched over hers in the mud.  She was a child then, and she always went barefoot and drank the cream