THE EXAGGERATION OF DESPAIR I open the door (this Indian girl writes that her brother tried to hang himself with a belt just two weeks after her other brother…
Category: Poems
I’ve Died and Gone to Devon England is a small country, unless you’re driving across it. From the M3/A303 you’d think the whole country was countryside. The deeper into Devon…
I have blogged about Greenstreet on several occasions which you can find here. Things get complicated with Greenstreet. Her poems lay flat, then suddenly do a 360, as if the…
EDISTO In the truck my roast pink mother floats in a piggy nightgown from the Piggly-Wiggly. She’s drinking piña colada. I’ve got corn mash or some kind of corny nosto-industrialized…
DEATHLESS NUCLEAR FAMILY OF THE SPANGLED MIND Michael Nardone Judge’s Statement: There’s something about punctuation – not points on a page but the way words cut and slip through other…
SUMMER HOURS At sundown men in loose powder-blue overalls come in a white city truck and unfurl tarps stashed between the bars of the wrought-iron fence and nudge them up…
LH: What was the inspiration for Jeremiah? AS: There were a few different inspirations. First, I wanted to experiment with a highly rhetorical, loud voice, as a response to a…
These brief imperfect meetingshave a tale to tell. Random epigrams here. Refresh for a new one.
As posted last week, I heard Jen Benka read at “Battle Hill”, the Brooklyn Reading Series located on Smith Street, at Bar Below–a bar in the basement of the restaurant…
A mother and son with no front teethTwo slices of squished pizzaOne man without legsTwo babies in red capsOne man with seven facial piercingsThe tail of an animalToo many discarded…
Nu Shu: The Secret Language of Women* Hey you guys, Shut up! From sight progress by Zang Er Translated from Chinese with Rachel Levitsky *NuShu literally translated as ‘female script’…