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HOW A THING TURNS WRETCHED

Are Michael Bay’s Transformers movies and the trend of using drones for assassination part of the same moral sickness? 

Mercy, unlike good manners or social nicety, can exist in hell.

The Ventriloquist’s Lament

When I was young, I wanted to stain the world with my permanence which is why, I suppose I became a poet.

If the hipster makes art that is everywhere, does the marginalized maker make art that is nowhere?

Attempts to Get Oats Into this Poem

The Master of Ceremonies

My dad dresses like Jack Kerouac--or, rather, Jack Kerouac, and Jackson Pollack, and all those guys dress like my dad: working clothes, work boots. The difference is my father doesn't write novels. he works 12 hour days in a paper factory, comes home to throw the ball around with me, is sometimes so tired that he falls asleep eating supper at the kitchen table.

Animal Collection, a new book of stories by Colin Winnette, is a subtle blend of experimentation and dramaturgy.

Cranbrook, Mid-June

Lost Colony

I have questions. My poems come here to persuade me the childish belief that I might answer them.

If you force the sea through a sieve

The Age