In hutments we see in equal measure humanity betrothed to pangs of hunger. The wind blows the roof whistling an augury hard to comprehend. Little children in shades of blue, weep forgetting the toys they left in heaps of garbage.
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Twilight. I’m still awake, Listening to songs through my headphones. The air conditioner is blaring and the fan at its full speed, the lights all switched off and the comforter hugging me. My brain is tired but is not tired, I don’t know why I’m having insomnia. Maybe the appreciation from today’s audience is keeping…
If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. — from The More Loving Oneby W. H. Auden (1907-1973) Find more posts about W. H. Auden here. — sdh Related Stories Emerson of the week: Why travel? Go to Source Author: The Best American Poetry
The Silver Jews is a band led by singer-songwriter-poet David Berman. In existence with varying personnel since 1990, formed in Hoboken, New Jersey, the Silver Jews has its sole constant in Berman. He is a singer in the same sense that Kris Kristofferson, Leonard Cohen, or Allen Ginsberg is a singer. Vocalizing in a flat,…
There’s something wrong with me. I think this every year in December. Because I don’t like Christmas. To be fair, I don’t like any holidays. No, I like ordinary days, immemorable moments. I love to wake up and think, Nothing special is supposed to happen today. I like to picture my perfect ordinary day while…
This spring both James Allen Hall and Aaron Smith published new poetry books. James Allen Hall’s Romantic Comedy (Four Way Books, chosen by Diane Seuss for the Levis Prize) is an ingenious look at the erasure of queerness in film. He writes “Is it any wonder / I have failed to imagine my life won’t…
She is the screamer who I imagine standing at the open mouth of a bridge, figure trying to leave the rest of the world and all she knows behind her, the sign post of familiarity dimming in the distance I imagine the smell of family life and common voices fading quickly She is the elongated…
