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…
The Problem with Me (Beginning with Abu Ghraib) Is the Problem with You (Ending Where the Earth’s Surface Appears to Meet the Sky) A dog outside is barking loudly. Inside,…
There’s a treasure trove of poetry recommendations at Tin House’s Open Bar. Jessica Lakritz’s Sex on Sundaze is alive: she writes her lines on human bodies. One Tin House staff member declares,…
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…
Steeple Talk didn’t know what they were called those white poles jutting out of baptist rooves. they want you to know from a mile away that’s a church, go the…