On the Road: Professor David McAleavey in Auckland
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| David McAleavey and Witi Ihimaera |
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| David McAleavey and Witi Ihimaera |
On February 16th, author T Kira Madden hosted a conversation and Q&A with Professor Annie Liontas’ Creative Nonfiction writing workshop class. Her debut memoir Long Live the Tribe of Fatherless Girls was a New York Times Editor’s Choice selection and finalist for the National Book Critics Circle John Leonard Prize. Student April Mihalovich created an alternate cover for the…
Dear English Department students, Welcome back, and a special welcome to first-year and newly declared English majors just joining us for the first time! It feels exciting (and a bit intimidating) to contemplate gathering again in our classrooms for the first time since the pandemic erupted. As we’ve prepared to re-open our suite on the…
As a little girl, the first poems I heard were from the fresh pages of the Shel Silverstein book Every Thing on It that my mom read to me by my bedside. What kept me reading Silverstein’s poems long after I could read them myself was that, beneath their kid-friendly language, poems like “Masks” speak…
Professor Alexa Alice Joubin on Shakespeare Around the World (Part 1): Four continents. Three oceans. Two hemispheres. One summer. Lots of tasteless pretzels and “chicken or beef?” moments (otherwise known as in-flight meals) in between. Shakespearean chatter between Scott Newstok and Alexa Alice Joubin via text messages. Alexa spoke on Hamlet and Ophelia…
from the latest edition of the GW student publication le culte du moi American Girls by Jane Shore The first of the dolls she asked for was Addy, a Negro slave escaped from the Civil War. Addy arrived at Emma’s sixth birthday party wearing her historically accurate dress, drawers, stockings, cap-toed boots, and carrying a…
I. I am a man. I’ve lived alone. I’ve been in love. I’ve played with fire, cursed the telephone, and basked in verse, in verve, and also Humid, terrestrial, mixed, nongenderspecific, have occasionally day’s tumult ushers in an evening with a lone moved a woman’s shut icecream stand, false promises of cone heart, although …