Posts Tagged: Alison Stine
The men who called me names were always white men, dressed in the shirts and ties that marked them as belonging to a different class than I did. They sat down next to me when I asked them not to, they kept touching me when I asked them to stop....more
Dear weather, what are you?
It’s not the season, but there
he stands: old man in flannel,
I’ve been away for what seems like an eternity, as many of you have been, but here we are, in a new decade, back from the abyss. Here’s some of what we’ve missed here at Rumpus Books....more
Only here would snow and low, pale
blossoms mix so easily, blowing foam
which tears at the window, then snuffs
itself out. Such things pass quickly,
season to spring. But everywhere:
reminders. Salt splits the road. The river
heaves with run-off.
Congratulations to Keith Waldrop, winner of the National Book Award in Poetry. Here’s their interview with Waldrop.
Mark Scroggins uses the Barrett Watten reading I mentioned last week as a jumping off point for an interesting discussion of, as he puts it, “the relationship of personal formation, as detailed & explored in autobiography, and literary interpellation.”
The Valpariaso Poetry Review’s Poem of the Week is a selection from Rumpus contributor Alison Stine....more