When The Cincinnati Review printed its first issue sixteen years ago, we included a list of prominent poets and writers who graciously agreed to be part of our advisory board. Among them: Eavan Boland, whom we join the rest of the literary world in remembering now, at the news of her death.
When I learned that I could donate my time as a volunteer reader for The Cincinnati Review, I jumped at the opportunity. But how was I going to bridge the two worlds and succeed in my new role? Would my love of reading be enough?
As we work remotely, we wanted to share some reading for quarantine, to delve deep into the idea of pandemics, escape that topic, or just find something good to cook.
We’re temporarily suspending our online store; with much of our staff working remotely and the University of Cincinnati recommending its personnel do the same, we want to make sure we don’t take orders we can’t fulfill.
For many writers the week before AWP is marked by a feeling of buzzy anticipation mixed with mild dread; for disabled writers, this pre-AWP anxiety is more complex.
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