September 1, 2017
Introduction: The Hybrid Lyric
Absolute purity does not exist in poetry—not in form, rhetoric, image, or any other poetic component. Of course. The simple relation of subject to predicate imposes a narrative complication on […]
September 1, 2017
[I like it when]
I like it whentouches me there, right above the forehead with whose whole palm and moves whose hand along my skull until it rests below my neck and sort of […]
September 1, 2017
In a Landscape of Perpetual Springtime
If I remember the locust it’s not because I was there. If I remember the deer with her tongue in my hand, well, it’s just because I heard a song […]
September 1, 2017
Unnatural Essay
1 For many years I lived a normal life. Normal to some. Hotel Privilege. Etc., etc., as they say. But when I became sick, I discovered what I had always […]
September 1, 2017
The Storm
Our landlord, a federal bureaucrat, would sit in his caracross the street at the end of the month to collect rent. He had a scarlet birthmark covering his neck and […]
September 1, 2017
Surtsey
All he could think about was bailing, one bucket after the other, as if the house he’d lived in all his life was a boat out on the open sea. […]
September 1, 2017
[If I wait long enough]
If I wait long enough I’ll hear them nesting and I don’t have to waitthat long. They aren’t scared of me: the falcons. I’m standing in the field beneath the […]