Note to Cami on Reznikoff
I read Reznikoff in summer of 2010 As much as I could find Used, at Amazon By him, about him I like his spare style That was the year I was generating a piece a…
Category: Poets
The Good News, 3.3.2017
The Good News is … In 2016 Lindsey Trout Hughes took three on-line writing classes with me, and—to her surprise and my delight— embraced her poetic vocation. She has graced me with epic emails, and scintillating…
Poem of the Day: Bertolt Brecht
Those who take the meat from the table Teach contentment. Those for whom the taxes are destined Demand sacrifice. Those who eat their fill speak to the hungry Of wonderful times to come. Those who…
Let’s Not Wait Till We’re Dead
Over poetry, you didn’t gush. You read it. You read it with the tongue. You lived it. You felt how it moved you, changed you. How it contributed to giving your own life a form,…
Hold It All/37
In the last thirty years of his life, [Jacob] Glatshteyn’s poetry became an incessant, internalized conversation on Jewish history, the lost world of European Jewry, the birth of Israel, assimilation in America, the tragic demise…
A Poem by Yael Diplacido-Eastman
A week after your death I’m on my hot pink bike Seeing every wooly caterpillar On its way across my path The trees above are leaning forward Lamenting with a dance of Falling leaves Their…
No Time for Literary Criticism
You are the voice of people with adhesive tape across their mouths This is no time for literary criticism. Nor for attacking the gorillas with surrealistic poems. And what use are metaphors if slavery is…
For Laura Lapinski
Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore, “Poem Written on a Book of Mathew Brady Photographs” Perhaps there’s something waiting in the moonlight to show its face I’m writing on an oversized book of Mathew Brady photographs pictures of…
Poem of the Week: Untitled by Rob Trousdale
Sometimes. When biting into a baguette; or Getting a back scratch from mom; or Sipping on a Muddy Waters cocktail. I remember the screams. From hidden cells. Inside the Hennepin County Public Safety Facility. And…
Writing En Plein Air
Have you longed for the chance to sit outside and write while listening to the birds, smelling the sweetness of the grass and blooming trees, watching the beauty of the dancing trees, and feeling the…