TTR launch to feature readings by Nate Pritts & Jan LaPerle
By BSneyd • Apr 16th, 2013 • Category: TTR NewsTTR will host poetry readings by Nate Pritts and Jan LaPerle at its annual launch party, April 19.
TTR will host poetry readings by Nate Pritts and Jan LaPerle at its annual launch party, April 19.
TTR is proud to present a work of poetry by Broc Rossell.
The Acropolis She was saying nothing with stones. The sun barely warmed her blood. Once a century she dreams but they are shadows of fishes, she sleeps deeply under trees. He dreams of trees, surrounded by stone. He passes sunlight over himself with one small beam, running a matchbook over his rib. When she smells [...]
Click here for a book review of work by Kim Addonizio.
We are pleased to announce that The Tusculum Review will be joining forces with H_NGM_N to host a poetry reading at the 2013 Association of Writers and Writing Programs in Boston.
Be sure to get your hands on this forthcoming collection by TTR Associate Editor Jan LaPerle.
We’re pleased to present excellent poems by TTR advisory board member and friend Martin Lammon.
Wives’ Tales Newlywed mothers hear stories, how killing a spider is bad luck. How daddy longlegs, mouthless, conceals poison in its belly, maybe the death of curious children. Grandmothers-to-be tell tales about neglected doll-babies, chubby fingers spooning husks of flies and cobwebs into their pretty mouths. When I lived in Costa Rica, I saw a [...]
Heaven Sent God forbid, my neighbor should croak and be Heaven sent, dragging his yawping dogs with him. God forbid, they should prowl their lazy master’s gold leaf streets and wild gardens hereafter, where resurrected rabbits, fearless, nibble radishes and romaine lettuce. God forbid, my neighbor’s hounds be forced to sniff unscented, sexless air, spin [...]
The Animals Are Out Sunday morning, the animals are out: woodpecker, squirrels, my neighbor’s dogs. I hear claws scratching, look up, and damn if those squirrels aren’t racing up and down my sweet gum tree. There goes that pileated pecker, hammering the dead pine. And the dogs? Don’t get me started. They could wake the [...]