Errata I’m a little punchy after all the lines and torture-lite. And since this isn’t glitter underneath my nails, pass me an emery board and the strip brush—
Her lightness is not merely pointing out the details of the world but showing us that without the glory of the everyday, the parsnip, for instance, there can be no…
The last poem I loved is John Casteen’s fifteen-line poem “Regret,” from his first collection, Free Union. Here’s the first stanza: This life, it is like conducting the symphony of…