“With small presses, I definitely feel like we’re all in this together and my experience has been that we are a community rather than a group of competitors.”
Going Micro: An Interview with Anthony Frame of Glass Poetry Read More »
“With small presses, I definitely feel like we’re all in this together and my experience has been that we are a community rather than a group of competitors.”
It starts with hunger. Eating with your eyes.
What else we can consume. Digest the news.
The waiting room, abjection seen in flashes.
“Gastroenterology,” by Rafael Campo Read More »
It starts with hunger. Eating with your eyes.
What else we can consume. Digest the news.
The waiting room, abjection seen in flashes.
“The main thing that’s changed over the period of time in which these poems were written is that I care a lot less about being capital-P Poetic than I used to. This is most likely due to a combination of leaving an academic environment and discovering a whole wealth of lesser-known indie poets (and prose writers too) online whose work absolutely punched my gut and yet seemed totally unconcerned with whether or not it was ‘doing enough’ in terms of craft.”
Confronting Bukowski: An Interview with Kat Giordano Read More »
“The main thing that’s changed over the period of time in which these poems were written is that I care a lot less about being capital-P Poetic than I used to. This is most likely due to a combination of leaving an academic environment and discovering a whole wealth of lesser-known indie poets (and prose writers too) online whose work absolutely punched my gut and yet seemed totally unconcerned with whether or not it was ‘doing enough’ in terms of craft.”
“Poems are personal devotional devices. They’re little shrines—places you touch again and again, in editing, arranging and rearranging the contents until you have them just right, just so beautiful or compelling that god / God can’t ignore them.”
Little Shrines: An Interview with Lauren Clark Read More »
“Poems are personal devotional devices. They’re little shrines—places you touch again and again, in editing, arranging and rearranging the contents until you have them just right, just so beautiful or compelling that god / God can’t ignore them.”
The hoopla of the morning sun interrupts
a man’s morbidity, doesn’t it?
—It has no capacity
to instruct us, whose hearts grow
irregular.
“Aubade on the 8th Floor of St. Luke’s,” by J. Estanislao Lopez Read More »
The hoopla of the morning sun interrupts
a man’s morbidity, doesn’t it?
—It has no capacity
to instruct us, whose hearts grow
irregular.
