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.
Oregon Book Awards Fiction and Poetry Finalists reading
April 25, 2018
Featuring: manuel arturo abreu Omar El Akkad Samiya Bashir Allison Cobb Stephen…
April 26, 2018
Come celebrate Portland’s creative youth during our seventh annual Verselandia! poetry slam.
Oregon Book Awards Ceremony 2018
April 30, 2018
Join Literary Arts’ annual celebration of the state’s most accomplished writers in…
Memoir Students End of Year Reading
May 6, 2018
A reading featuring students from Jay Ponteri’s year long memoir class: Matthew…
Dao Strom, Shayla Lawson, Elena Passarello
May 9, 2018
In partnership with the Northwest Academy Visiting Writing Series Shayla Lawson is (and…
Words That Burn: Staged Reading
May 15, 2018
Words That Burn brings to life the distinctive voices of conscientious objector William…