By Joyce Carol Oates Originally published in The New Yorker, July 28, 2015 For I will consider my Cat Cherie for she is the very apotheosis of Cat-Beauty which is […]
“This is the season when the husbands lie in their hemp-woven hammocks for the last time …” Hear Joyce Carol Oates read the brief poem in The New Yorker.
Joyce Carol Oates is best known, of course, as a novelist and short story writer. But she is also an essayist and critic, a playwright, and a poet of great distinction. The Time Traveler is a generous collection of Oates’s poetry from recent years.
Christmas: The House Adrift in a wide white ocean of snow. Black December is a ditch winking overhead, but here beneath your parents’ roof the piecrust faces are dimpled by forks and the clock faces are round and smooth as buttons.
So we know, we are blessed! We are very special amid so many millions drowned in the Hai River as in the great Yangtze and how many millions perished in the Revolution of no more consequence than infant girls extinguished before they can draw breath or cry.
Oates’s poetry … forms a body of work on its own merits and does not need to be interpreted only as an adjunct to her novels and short stories, as […]
A future archeologist equipped only with her oeuvre could easily piece together the whole of postwar America.
Songwriter and Novelist Ben Arthur wrote and recorded a song answering a poem by Joyce Carol Oates: “Too Young to Marry but Not Too Young to Die.” Arthur and Oates both performed […]
The 41st issue of Ontario Review, originally published Fall/Winter 1994–95, is now available online. Featuring photographs by Bill Ravanesi, the issue also includes a drama feature with plays commissioned for […]