SCARLET: A Literary Blog

    The Lectern Just beneath the floor in the basement there bullet holes intact, erect as a lanky body sprayed, a monument collecting its dust, the lectern behind which Malcolm X stood ‘fore a shotgun sawed off his life. It can be found down a flight of stairs             […]

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Translating “Hilm” after Cathy Park Hong   Please fill all appropriate blanks with “hilm.” She stood at the platform and waited for the __________ to make her interview on time. Her mother’s __________ was not tall enough to reach the shelf near the cabinet. As she walked past, the man shouted __________ at her but […]

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  What does genre mean to you and how does it build/unbuild your work? One of the things I love most about poetry is the way it allows one to be free-flowing from the creator’s mouth to the listeners’ ears. One poem can mean many different things to many different people. When I think about […]

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