Writing - Lynne Kemen

Homely, lonely night. Venus shines against vacancy.He doesn’t paint the bars that keep him so…

We, the silver birch. Villagers say we are The Three Sisters.

I start to think you stink like Beowulf

I’d always been reluctant to teach online. And then I had to.

Editor of the Hudson Review

I think the joy comes out of my curiosity about the world

When I read, even my own work, I try to follow the line, its rhythms,…

More Than a Handful is about revisiting childhood and seeing things both as a child…

It’s all how you juggle the chaos, the strife of a circus life.

Let’s start by asking you to explain what the term “ekphrastic” means to you. Ekphrasis…

I usually start with a single haunting image written at the top of a page.

Persephone peers out without blinking.