Lines + Stars presents the Big Light Reading Series: three DC-area writers, once a month, at Bossa Bistro + Lounge.

About the readers for our first installment:

Meg Eden's work has been published in various magazines, including Rattle, Drunken Boat, Poet Lore, and Gargoyle. She teaches at the University of Maryland. She has four poetry chapbooks, and her novel "Post-High School Reality Quest" is forthcoming from California Coldblood, an imprint of Rare Bird Lit. Check out her work at:www.megedenbooks.com.

Diana Smith Bolton is the founding editor of District Lit. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in numerous journals, including 32 Poems, anderbo, Beltway Poetry Quarterly, Cider Press Review, Coldnoon, The Fem, The Gambler, Gargoyle, If and Only If, Jet Fuel Review, Lines + Stars, Magic Lantern Review, The Northern Virginia Review, The Pedestal, The Pinch, and elsewhere. Her debut chapbook, "Just Universes," is forthcoming from L+S Press.

Lacey N. Dunham's fiction, essays, and reviews have appeared in Saltwater Quarterly, The Collagist, Ploughshares’ blog, and Full Stop, among others, and she reads submissions for the literary journal A Public Space. She received her degree in creative writing from Hollins University, where she was awarded the Melanie Hook Rice Award for Creative Fiction. She currently works as Programs Director for the arts education and literacy nonprofit 826DC. 


To be considered for future readings, send a brief bio and three poems to editor@linesandstars.com.
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REALITY IS AN ACTIVITY OF THE MOST AUGUST IMAGINATION
by Wallace Stevens

Last Friday, in the big light of last Friday night,
We drove home from Cornwall to Hartford, late.
It was not a night blown at a glassworks in Vienna
Or Venice, motionless, gathering time and dust.
There was a crush of strength in a grinding going round,
Under the front of the westward evening star,
The vigor of glory, a glittering in the veins,
As things emerged and moved and were dissolved,
Either in distance, change or nothingness,
The visible transformations of summer night,
An argentine abstraction approaching form
And suddenly denying itself away.
There was an insolid billowing of the solid.
Night’s moonlight lake was neither water nor air.