Throwback Thursday

May 11, 2017

Throwback Thursdays! We’re bringing back some of our favorite pieces from the last 30 years of Scribendi. Desert’s Daughter Pamela Grieger – University of New Mexico – 1988 I am a daughter of the desert. I have lived in this dry land all my life. Here, distances reduce jagged mountains to nothing more than a serrated … Read More

Throwback Thursday

May 4, 2017

Throwback Thursdays! We’re brining back some of our favorite pieces from the last 30 years of Scribendi.   Assemblé Claire Mikeson – University of Montana, Missoula – 2012 I Maggie comes back from ballet rehearsal and finds the door to her apartment unlocked. Maggie does not leave doors unlocked; she remembers birthdays, lunch dates, dentist appointments. … Read More

Throwback Thursday

April 27, 2017

Throwback  Thursdays! We’re bringing back some of our favorite pieces from the last 30 years of Scribendi. Being Natasha Xenia Tashlitsky – University of California, Irvine – 2007 I’m posing in ankle-deep snow somewhere in Odessa, Russia, my fur coat, ushanka (cap with ear flaps), scarf, boots, and mittens warding off the biting cold. Behind me … Read More

Throwback Thursday

April 20, 2017

Throwback Thursdays! We’re bringing back some of our favorite pieces from the last 30 years of Scribendi.   Brocade: a sestina Kristin Anderson – University of Washington – 2002 I. And her eyes have all the seeming of an angel That is scheming, or a hyacinth, tart With poison for the nose that’s breathing. He laughs … Read More

Throwback Thursday

April 13, 2017

Throwback Thursdays! We’re bringing back some of our favorite pieces from the last 30 years of Scribendi.   Eating Wild Duck Anne Tillinghast – University of Oregon – 1997 What is it about eating wild duck with you that makes me feel I will never need to eat again: the tiny dark thighs, the deep red … Read More

Throwback Thursday

April 6, 2017

Throwback Thursdays! We’re bringing back some of our favorite pieces from the last 30 years of Scribendi. The Doe Elizabeth Bradfield – University of Washington – 1992 My eyes bend to gray sand, are keyed to small, pink shells, not to hooves, not bone. At first I didn’t notice her. She lay as she must have … Read More