A few weeks ago, a friend recommended I read Guy de Maupassant’s Notre Coeur. I devoured it in a matter of days. I always enjoy a book about love, but more specifically, the labyrinth of love, with its dead ends and endless corridors. The whole thing is beautiful and tragic and like most love stories, it ends in an abrupt, puzzling way. And so, I am recommending it to you, dear reader, because who doesn’t enjoy a tale of lovers bound by bitterness as much as passion?
And speaking of books, bitterness, and passion, The Creative Writing Department is publishing my most recent collection of poetry titled Above Reproach.
52 pages, poems written between 2022-2023. I’ve carried these fucking poems around with me for too long and now they finally live somewhere else, maybe in your home if you feel so inclined.
Recommended for anyone who has ever loved someone across a class divide, found room for doubt amidst ardor and desire, or has known an impossible man.
I will leave you with a poem pulled from the book.
Even articulate like that
some kind of
Final irony dissolves us
making sure we don't have to worry
about it in the morning
No room for new rituals
don't tell me twice!
show me on both sides
I have to go, the library just informed me the copy of Edith Wharton’s Ghost Stories is available.
Until next time,
xoxo
S
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