I’m spending National Poetry Month at the Millay Colony, former home of Edna St. Vincent Millay. My colleague and friend, poet and writer Jen Fitzgerald, will be writing the Mixtape…
nectarine & leather (riot) we said they’d never miss it our skin is twisted as harvest & smells like summer all day I hungered outside for something that is not…
Sissieretta Jones, Carnegie Hall, 1902: O patria mia. Aida, buried in the darkness of her fate. Aida, singing in the tomb of her lover. Her lover a notion pale as…