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…
Another Funeral in WV –After Adrienne Rich Aunt Kay’s tigers were never in a tapestry and were really just some prescriptions and a tabby that she called Baby. Baby bit…
Or Idolator: Another Epitaph for Nino your side chick has car trouble. she has a light bill with an open mouth. she eats finger sandwiches or fettuccini alfredo, and keeps…
The Unreal Woman at the Grocery “What price bananas? Are you my Angel?” –Alan Ginsberg Her cart is mighty, for she piles it with the semblance of health: fruit that…
In an interview at the Huffington Post, poet James Kimbrell compared the act of writing poetry to the slow formation of stalactites out of hollow straws of rock over thousands…
Her poems’ shifts from the tactile and concrete to the amorphous and the abstract is simultaneously thrilling and bewildering… In the Los Angeles Review of Books, Noemi Press poetry editor…