Notes of a Native Son
I’m the truest sort of resident. The kind who, / asked to offer proof that he resides here, fails. / The guy who comes from someplace else & thrives… More
A Theory of the Novel
a boy’s attention, corralled / in sand, pebbles, and the sun’s / slow clockwork, fails to take in / the wreckage, though / years from now, he’ll describe it… More
Celebrate Banned Books Week: September 24-October 1
It’s time again for Banned Books Week, that annual celebration of one’s freedom to read and the importance of the First Amendment. Held during the last week of September,… More
Elaine Equi: Two Poems
A gong is struck / in the temple of a dream / signaling / change. More
After Meng Hao-jan
In winter I drink tea by the window / Stars shine through my reflection / Occasionally I go out and see if I might / Find another remote and… More
Poem for His Ex-Girlfriend
Last I heard you worked at a bakery. / Last I read your poems were lower case / with capital content. I used to like / to read them… More
Three Poems from Vanishing-Line
even in extremity, / hardship, they belonged / to, communion, / their voices, memory, / of the forest / of the air / of the weeping birds / of… More
Cynthia Arrieu-King: Poem
Ocean. One perceivable star. / Blue burnished, close. More
Thunder Mountain Like Sand Castle
They stepped through the gates. He held her hand. She laughed as the wind blew the brim of her hat. Couples and children stared at them. He took her… More
Chris Martin: Two Poems
I sneeze upon seeing myself / or throw my own / bones into the street / like white confetti More