Writing poetry in general is one way to make sense of it all, to break up what is vast and essentially unknowable, into smaller, more digestible pieces.
Fireflies in Union Square Sound Like Your Father Whole skyscrapers. Grand glittering ornate monuments to my own ineptitude I could build and still never satisfy him. Not even these […]
“It’s a matter of taking hold of one hand/and letting go another, if you’re lucky”
With the Dog at Bernheim Forest We walked the field where the path edged the trees, spindly stands of cedar at first, then oaks, chestnut — their numbers, I […]
The poems in Warner’s collection all have a silent haunting to them—a feeling that more hovers just off the page, perhaps by a hangman’s noose.
New and Selected Poems: 1962-2012 by Charles Simic 384 Pages Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2013 Hardcover $29.99 ISBN: 0547928289 America poet Charles Simic, a World War II immigrant as a […]
Massage Sonnet At Mandara Spa, Aruba Marriott, remembering Deborah Digges Offer yourself in the way of a child, splayed and unconcerned about the curl of a limb, the arrangement […]
Hoagland is a writer of artful, free verse poems: In an ostensible autobiographical voice, he leaps from image to analogy that is grounded in everyday life, while zooming to wild yet accurate associations.
Upstairs On a bicycle, she’s standing to pedal uphill. She’ll have to pedal the bike nearly as hard to go back down. Once a gift, it’s old now. She […]
Salut To hail a yellow aspect or be overcome by it is a solar conundrum at the park’s regenerating edge. A cypress grown around a hollow of itself, I […]
