Shortly after winning the 2013 National Book Award for her second collection of poems, Incarnadine, Portland’s Mary Szybist told the Paris Review that she started…
There was no sign outside of Wheeler Hall, but the Colloquium Room was packed, with standing room only (it seats 150). People had turned out…
When I first met Major Jackson, it was at an event that I like to call, with the dishonesty of hindsight, the sycophantic shitshow sonnet. We…