September 11, 2018
Luck, Lit, & Gutter Spouts
I was twenty-three years old when I won the Hopwood Award for Poetry. A recent college grad, I lived in a leaky apartment that I’d furnished with lawn furniture and […]
March 24, 2016
“Perhaps / The truth depends on a walk around a lake”: On Walking and Writing
Wallace Stevens makes an assertion in the opening stanza of the seventh section of his poem “Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction” that has always stuck with me. It reads, plainly: […]