Reading & Writing
Reality runner
In her new novel “Blessed and Cursed Alike,” Kiarna Boyd dispatches motorcycle messengers to help readers cross boundaries between reality and imagination Local artist Kiarna Boyd’s first novel, “Blessed and Cursed Alike,” is a murder mystery/urban fantasy about the disappearance of a close-knit group of hard living, magic-practicing motorcycle couriers in a city that is part London, part dark metropolis from the Universe Next Door. Likewise, talking with Boyd about her work and her art is like discovering an ancient artifact from a buried tomb and realizing there is a lot more to reality than you ever thought possible. |
Portsmouth celebrates new poet laureate
Fans won’t have to wait long to hear Portsmouth’s newly crowned poet laureate read her poetry. Kimberly Cloutier Green is celebrating the release of her new book, “The Next Hunger,” at RiverRun Bookstore on Friday, April 26 at 7 p.m., and she’ll read at the Poetry Hoot on Wednesday, May 1 at 7 p.m. True-crime team
‘Notes on a Killing’ is the newest release in a series of true-crime tales co-authored by New Hampshire journalists Kevin Flynn and Rebecca Lavoie Their new book is set in Goshen, a you-can’t-get-there-from-here town in Sullivan County. “Notes on a Killing” opens with the disappearance of Pen Meyer, not long after she helped a friend leave an abusive relationship with a married man. Police had little to work with: no blood, no DNA, no body. Charles Simic: Cast of thousands
Charles Simic conjures up this interior cast of characters from a lifetime of crafting poems. These ten populate a single stanza near the end of his most recent book, “New and Selected Poems: 1962-2012.” They’re a scant handful of the roles he and his characters play in this 50-year compendium. The collection samples broadly from more than 13 of his 20-plus poetry volumes. Including memoirs and translations, Simic has published over 60 books. Remembering NH Poet Laureate Walter Butts, 1944-2013
A few weeks before his death, Walter was still talking up a new series of poems, of which he was several in. As well as a forward he was hoping to pen for a gathering of essays and reviews. In another visit, he shifted two napkins on a coffee table, as if they were an invaluable freight, telling me how he had had been thinking in less linear terms, more spatial. |