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American Indian College Fund Hosting Online Book Discussion with Standing Rock Author Mona Susan Power

The American Indian College Fund (College Fund) will host a free, online book and author event for the public featuring the PEN Award–winning Native American author, Mona Susan Power (Standing Rock Tribe), on March 26 from 12-1 Mountain Daylight Time. Power will discuss her new book, A Council of Dolls, with College Fund President, Cheryl Crazy Bull. Mona Susan Power is the author of four books of fiction: The Grass Dancer (awarded the PEN/Hemingway prize), Roofwalker, Sacred Wilderness, and her most recent novel, A Council of Dolls (longlisted for the National Book Award).

Jamaican Canadian dub poet KlydeBroox lived to the beat of his own drum | News

TORONTO: Canada lost one of its leading dub poets when KlydeBroox, aka Durm-I, who performed on many stages across North America, Europe and the Caribbean, died in Hamilton, Ontario, of cancer on January 20. He was 66 years old. Born in Little.

Alumnus appointed president of the Connecticut State Colleges and Universities system

The Liminal Spaces of Danny Marsh

Listen to the Promo Meet math-loving fourth grader, Danny Bowman Marsh, and join us for an unforgettable story to remind us all that we do not choose our parents.  Note: This episode contains depictions of parental neglect. On this episode, author Amy Parker joins us to discuss her short story collection, Beasts & Children, published by Mariner Books, and we take a journey into her short story, The Balcony. Maybe if he acted like he didn t notice her, she d go away. Danny erased a problem in long division, concentrating on the pink rubber shavings, the pencil smear. He blew them away, erased again. He erased so hard, he bore a hole in the paper. He liked long division, liked imagining the numbers entering a little house, fitting in neatly, with the remainders confined to the roof. The door squeaked, and his mother came in, slipping a little in her high heels. She weaved between the desks. Her perfume was like a blow from a fist.

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