We are in a revolving door Sensing what we are But trying to rotate In the direction Of what We want to be We reject acceptance The relative prosperity With wishes To be something else To be More than who we are To find the success Our culture defines For us As true and good …
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In January, Knopf published Gregory Pardlo’s Spectral Evidence. “Spectral evidence” is an actual legal term referring to “witness testimony that the accused person’s spirit or spectral shape appeared to him/her in a dream at the time the accused person’s physical body was at another location.” Huh? Yes, I am serious. And so is Pardlo. This…
In 1987, Darragh Park did the wraparound cover for the first issue of New American Writing (edited by Maxine Chernoff and Paul Hoover). The magazine had been formerly known as Oink! Here is the front: Related Stories “Christopher Brennan” by John Tranter [Introduced by Thomas Moody] Go to Source Author: The Best American Poetry
Henrietta Goodman’s book Antilla takes its title from a phantom island that appeared on 15th century maps. The lush poems in Antilla (The Backwaters Press) continually question what is here and what isn’t, through ghostly presences. In “What Are We Going to Turn Into?” Goodman even refers to her son as pop culture’s friendly ghost…
Poet-slash-evil genius Jonah Winter and your guest blogger [Dan Nester] spent an afternoon in Pittsburgh not too long ago, talking of our lack of faith in Jesus Christ as our personal savior as well as making fun of poetry book titles. They all seemed so aggressively portentous, imbued with such fawning obsequiousness. To exorcise ourselves…
III. Why did these former soldiers behave as they did? Was it greed pure and simple? As Ed Mireles opines, “Platt and Matix wanted the good life, and in Miami that means a big home, preferably on the beach, a new car, boats, trips to Disney World and lots of leisure time. That is the…
Sorry, If I ever make you angry or sad I feel broken, I feel bad When you are sad the whole earth cries Trees wither and the ocean dries When you are far, when you are away My soul leaves me and loses its way You are the only reason I live for Every day…
