Seeing forever didn’t quell my agitation. It was hard not to think about flames and smoke, to imagine the feeling of being hopelessly far from the street below, and then to feel all the dimensions of the room you’re in give way at once, and for what—to hold down a job, to look out over the Hudson? It wasn’t a good death. I watched the planes banking northeast out of Newark, or crossing midtown on their way into LaGuardia, as if my vigilance would do a damn thing for me or for anyone.
Congrats to Baltimore resident CarlaJean Valluzzi, who is one of 78 poets from seven countries selected to participate in the OULIPOST project this April. Coordinated by the Found Poetry Review, […]
Congratulations, to Ron Capps, author of “Yellow” (jmww, fall 2011 and an honorable mention in the 2 012 Best American Voices), who is profiled in the Feb 3rd edition of The […]
jmwww fiction editor Linda Wastila-Simoni has an editorial in the New York Times re. the debate to curb prescription drug abuse: You can go here or paste this link into […]