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End of Lifed

I have a vision for readings in which everyone is welcome--in which 80 year olds and teenagers, good poets and bad poets, normatives and crazies meet on equal footing because, in the ceremony of bread, in James and Buber, your "personage" is what you leave behind when you enter the temple.

Late in the forest I did Cupid see

To abide with this daughter is deeper than any understanding. Forget understanding. Forget mystery, too. This sort of love is the closest I will ever get to being the shadow of a great stone--something still, and stolid and beyond both understanding, and mystery--a presence, a weight that does not need to be lifted, and is no weight at all.

on falling in love

The conversation may be one sided, but Rock isn’t interested in merely interpreting Rothko’s paintings. He engages with them, contributes his own poetic flair, and takes and gives equally from his source material.

“W.H. Auden and John Ashbery have published books in which the poems are arranged alphabetically. Gene Tanta goes them one better with a book of poems which are themselves alphabetical. PASTORAL EMERGENCY has a hypnotic feeling of inevitability about it as it demonstrates the way in which language writes our poems and our minds.” – John L. Koethe

Tiny Fires


Tim J. Myers explores the physical and spiritual existences pertaining to the body.


A fascinating hybrid of new locale poems and an impressive supplemental memoir. 

There are many reasons why Karl Shapiro is no longer taught or on the lips of MFA students.

Inside the sound of the mind’s hotel

In The Book of the Dead, Muriel Rukeyser writes, “What three things can never be done?
 Forget. Keep silent. Stand alone.” In Calendars of Fire, Lee Sharkey refuses to be that historian or activist, tamed in middle age, no longer pained by injustice.

The reader you wish to write for is an act of faith.