My sister was a person of passion. I fear I am not, which, at times, strained our relations. Yes. I can see where she might follow a clever, impressionable young man out the door. Were she alive, sir, she might have taken hold of your heart. Made it her own. But once knowing it belonged to her, it would lose its luster, and soon she would abandon it for another. If she haunts you, fear not. With time, her gaze will wander. That is unless in death, she’s finally learned the fragility of our hearts, now that she can no longer dangle hers like a shimmering charm.
That she would learn of love only when it was no longer hers to give. That would be a fate of strange and terrible irony.
Spellbinders: Fertile Ground
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A new play by Brad Bolchunos. Staged reading directed by Michelle Seaton.…
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Master Class with Javier Zamora
February 11, 2018
Master Class with Javier Zamora Sunday, February 11 5:00 to 8:00 p.m.…
Everybody Reads 2018
April 5, 2018
In partnership with Multnomah County Library and The Library Foundation, Literary Arts is…
April 26, 2018
Come celebrate Portland’s creative youth during our seventh annual Verselandia! poetry slam.
Oregon Book Awards Ceremony 2018
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Join Literary Arts’ annual celebration of the state’s most accomplished writers in…