The Art of Tetman Callis

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Mopping Up

September 12th, 2013 · No Comments

Wounded people, injured, sick, they sit out front of the Rehab Shoppe on stone benches and in wheelchairs. People with no legs and with tumors and one guy who’s lost his hands in one of the wars. They smoke their cigarettes, cigars, and pipes and say, What does it matter? That we smoke, what we […]

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Tags: Oniontown · Poems · Words

What’s the forecast? And over there?

September 12th, 2013 · No Comments

“At a certain level, prose simply makes statements. There are times when all you need to know is that it is raining, but a hell of a lot more is going on. And there are other times when you’ve got to get into every raindrop. And sometimes the sentence has to do that.” — William […]

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Tags: Lit & Crit · William H. Gass