• Interviews

    Q&A with Emily Rodgers

    Emily Rodgers is a Pittsburgh-based adjunct English professor at AI, Duquesne University, and the Community College of Allegheny County. Outside of her role as an instructor, Rodgers is a musician who is both singer and songwriter in Emily Rodgers Band. She has been praised by NPR All Songs Considered, The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, Burgh Sounds, Pittsburgh City-Paper, and Tribune-Review. During our interview, Rodgers talks about balancing life as an instructor and a musician, a juggling act that is no easy task for the faint-hearted. To find out more, visit http://www.emilyrodgers.com.

  • Lit Life

    We Wander Knowlingly In The Dark

    We feel like strangers, Roaming in the night, Landing kisses on the wall, Narrowly missing each other Like we’re playing Pin The Tail On The Donkey.   We have terrible aim.   We stage a game of telephone, Twirling the bright red Pretend cord around our fingers, Cutting circulation, Filling in all the words Lost along the way.   We easily find a disconnection.   We’re terrible at this game. Ad lib romance of insecurities, You to me, Me to you, Lost in the translations Of absent-minded doodles Spread across the pages of an old Phonebook.   Was this where we went wrong?   We trace little love notes Hidden…

  • Lit Life

    5 New Year Resolutions for Writers

    Let’s be honest. For many of us, 2016 was less than what we’d hoped for. Maybe for you it was the opposite and 2016 was the best year by far. It’s all a matter of perspective. Whether we reach our goal or not, the desire remains the same: Everyone wants a change. As 2017 is kicking off, people proclaim their New Year’s Resolutions and formulate their plans of action. An idea of what this year could be is born and we find ourselves fantasizing about how great it will be to achieve those goals. Success is right within our grasps; we can feel it. Writers are people too and we…

  • Lit Life

    The Great Blue Nothing

    There’s a place by the sea, Where the Earth drops off suddenly, Swallowed whole by the great blue nothing. You said God made it for you And me. I waited there, hair dancing wildly in the wind. I promised you I’d never come again. You asked, “What could we possibly gain?” I waited until you left to say, “Nothing. Anything. Everything.” I promised myself I’d never return, To that lonely place where I learned, To love you, to lose you. To batter you and bruise you. To abandon you out by the sea. Screaming to the wind, carelessly. I think I heard you call for me. Yet I find myself…

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