“What they said was, where there is contactthings rapidly change: circular reshuffling of hot rises,cold sinks. On a sea, we would call it weather.Here, before the drop & itself rush intoeach other, it pressures aloft, a straining escapefrom itself, a moment at peace” —From “Drop Coalescence ” Summer 2019 (Vol. 60, Issue 2) . . .
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“your feet knowing sand at their arches: the heave the give and grit the quietwaves of a chalky blue lake the heavy slidedown a small pebble bankslide like but stopthis world is not a metaphor for you in me”—From “Lake Michigan,” Summer 2019 (Vol. 60, Issue 2) Tell us about one of the . . .
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“Stars crept through bedroom windows to feed the dark.Everybody became a friend that died.Blitzed desire tiptoed in from all directions.Wintered, feverish roses bloomed on yellowed sheets.Not me, thinking back as far as I could– who did I touch? How many sheets spilled over my bed…” —From “Better Angels II,” Summer 2019 (Vol. 60, . . .
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“But I do wishwe had found the courage to usethose purpled hours and put themto work: defy decorum and undress.peel off,disrobe, strip down to the verybones if necessary.” —From “On the Overnight Train” Summer 2019 (Vol. 60, Issue 2) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.I wrote poems in college. . . .
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I found a small white tangerine.It’s in my head, squeezedBetween what I perceive and whatI call things. —From “Every Thought Is Citric” Summer 2019 (Vol. 60, Issue 2) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.The poem that comes to mind is G.R.I.D (gay-related immune deficiency). In the first years of the epidemic, this . . .
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“I wouldn’t be in this cult if it weren’t for Bob Dylan. It was forbidden to call The Tribes a cult, but occasionally, hovering over tired feet and yanking at the seat of her pantaloons, my mother would mutter the words under her breath while folding laundry or stirring a large pot . . .
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“Despite the superficial tinkering [of the revisions in the Norton English], which, as suggested, is justified by a marketing rationale rather than a literary one, what lingers on is the general incapacity of the Norton English to really step out of mainstream Anglo-American critical paradigms.” —From “The Nortoning of Nagra,” Summer 2019 (Vol. 60, Issue . . .
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“If Amiri Baraka had never published anything but Blues People, he would still be an important cultural critic. The appearance of the book in 1963 is a plausible beginning for when and where cultural studies began in the United States, a starting point that, in fact, antedates the founding of the Centre for Cultural . . .
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Having risen from a branch of the Ni Riverduring a lull in the Battle of Spotsylvania,she settled on the blue upper lip of a deadConfederate corporal, weary. . . .—from “The Mayfly: May 12, 1864,” Volume 60, Issue 1 (Spring 2019) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.The first “serious” . . .
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Begone deadpanmother into stones arranged like a skeleton,begone fatherly blades that scotch my greening. . . —from “Ballad of the Wild,” Volume 60, Issue 1 (Spring 2019) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.Most of my first successful (sort of) poems I wrote in the MFA program at UMass . . .
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