If you’ve been checking our website, this might be old news to you, but if not…please note some BIG CHANGES down the pike for submitting work to the Artful Dodge!
After June 30, 2014 we will no longer be able to accept postal manuscripts. After that date, we will regretfully have to return all mailed manuscripts unread as we switch over to an online submission format, which we should have up and…
Originally posted on A World of Words:
If you know me well, or at all, or even from the title of this blog, you can tell that I’m a logophile. What’s a logophile, you ask? Why, it’s a very rarely used word for a person who loves words! I’m also a bibliophile, an ailurophile, and occasional Anglophile, but that’s not important at the moment. This blog post is simply here to serve as a brief (if…
Hello again, lovely writers at WordPress!
I am pleased to announce that Artful Dodge’s editor-in-chief, our very own Prof. Daniel Bourne, now has his own WordPress blog! Exciting, right?
Here’s the link: danielbourne.voices.wooster.edu
The blog will feature his personal writing (coming soon!) and contains links to his written works as well as interviews and poetry readings available online. So…
On behalf of the entire Artful Dodge team, sorry for the radio silence, guys. For me at least, it was a tough and pretty busy semester and so, I unfortunately slacked off when it came to keeping our blog updated. But…we’re back with a bang now!
We are proud to announce that we are FINALLY switching over to online submissions! From our website:
Please note some BIG CHANGES down…
by Daniel Bourne
One of those days when the earth
seems to make its own light, even during a hard rain
the autumn leaves radiant. We have just visited
the grave of a murdered Polish priest. We watched
workmen cut flowers and put them in vases. Later,
we buy postcards in the church kiosk: the battered
fished out of the reservoir; the village road sign
where he was kidnapped; each photo a station
of the twentieth-century cross. Such a day
— Stanza Break —
weights the earth. When we go home to warm tea,
to the heat of our bodies, the heft of our dictionaries
with their broken spines, we try to break through
to the language of the dead. Tomorrow,
we will shop in the stores, but no one
will acknowledge our presence.
(Warsaw, October 1985)
Woman’s Mummy Shroud, Egypt ca. AD 150
by Laura Scheffler Morgan
They are discussing restaurants, those
across the street and some further; bread,
she says she wants, I thought I saw one with fresh bread.
Just above the woman’s head, a vulture holds splayed
feathers in its grip The scavenger is protecting the woman—
preserving her, the museum note says…