National Poetry Month: Maya Marshall
Every house I passed looked like anywhere I’d want to live. I wanted / and wanted: a house, a family, a house, a family,
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A Fierce Kind of Hope: A Conversation with Brooke Shaffner
I don’t think we can find a way forward without facing what we have done to each other and our home.
National Poetry Month: Steven Leyva
:: one month of gap coverage :: can’t be sick / in August :: can’t be this tired today :: can’t be poor ever ::
A Comedy of Venture Capitalism: Ryan Chapman’s The Audacity
PrevYou is the hottest startup in Silicon Valley . . . The only problem? The claims are phony.
National Poetry Month: Ariana Brown
Go to a llantero Uncle Junior would trust. Never go to the dealership. Never pay full / price for anything. If you do, you should love it.
“Pregnancy as a Haunted House:” A Conversation with Clare Beams
To me [metaphor] feels connected to the heart of fiction: I’m making a whole fantastical thing in order to capture the essence of a real state or feeling, in order to give myself a language for it.
National Poetry Month: Steven Espada Dawson
Us, less scared of La Jura, more scared of her— / only one we knew could square up and make even
National Poetry Month: Sawako Nakayasu
Are they on a mission, do they have a
purpose, / are they trying to do anything specific at all? Are they on the edge of a cliff or / are they on stable footing?
Between Conceptualism and Hyperpop in Michael Chang’s Synthetic Jungle
Here, failure to be “personal” reveals the unconscious biases that structures readers’ expectations of what counts as “personal.”
National Poetry Month: Eleni Sikelianos
driving cocodrilos and crocodiles to market / found milk instead of miracles
Elegy and Echo: A Conversation with Callie Siskel
Poetry is the form of brevity. I wonder if his artistic view ultimately inspired me.