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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
i knew the weekend was going to be trouble too many white folks too many Acura MDXs too many of my fiancee’s friends too many J.Crew swim trunks too many Ralph Lauren dinner jackets too…
I am glad to have read The Ink Dark Moon, Jane Hirshfeld’s translations, with the aid of Mariko Aratani, of the Heian Court’s poets—Izumi Shikibu and Ono No Komachi. Several of Kerouac’s writing maxims came to…
Dear Bella Levenshteyn Let Emily Dickinson reassure you– Much Madness is divinest Sense — To a discerning Eye — Much Sense — the starkest Madness — ‘Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail —…
How I long for supernatural powers! said the novice mournfully to the holy one. I see a dead child and I long to say, Arise! I see a sick man I long to say, Be…
In time for National Poetry Month, Andrea Scarpino will do our next Share the Wealth on her new book of poetry, What the Willow Said as It Fell. Andrea shared with us in September 2014,…
Dear Rebecca, Sarah, Matthew and Patrick, Joanie French and I took the Amtrak train to Texas in the summer of 2005 for a family wedding. Along the way and back, I read the Library of…