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from Diary of Return

Delhi is hell. It is hot. It hits one in the face like the exhaust pipe of a long-haul trailer spewing thick blackness into a pristine sky. It smells like ruin.

I do not believe in the separation of faith and works, but, like James, believe faith without works is dead, and works without faith is merely materialism as a form of the dole.


The breadth of that poetic growth is in itself a fantastic teacher.

Conscientious Protests
--after Julio Cortazar

Poetry, like music, like dance, might be defined as the precision of ecstasy, and the ecstasy of precision, an ecstatic precision, and measured ecstasy.

So if you don’t like what’s on the table/you better find a McDonald’s/and a roll of paper towels/Some redeeming social value/Have your infinities mammogrammed yearly.

The Eggshell Parade brings you an interview with writer Mark Baumer.

Elizabethton, Tennessee, 1929

Poems are "instruments for thinking" (Allen Grossman). The object of a poet's thought, however, is often unstated--especially in lyric poetry. Lyric poetry never speaks to an audience, and so--as it is when we are alone--the speaker doess not feel compelled to explicitly state the object of thought but only the thoughts themselves. In this review, I want to try and discern these objects of thought in the works of two poets whose work seem directed at resolving particularly spiritual problems.

The Eggshell Parade brings you an interview with poet Joe Weil.

Desperately Seeking My Name is Not Susan

The title, diatomhero, is an anagram of the bible’s “I am the door”, a statement that comes full circle in the book’s final image, and applies just as much to Christ as it does to Janus. To open the doors of all myths and religions, to ‘let’ their darkness, (un)like bloodletting.

The Eggshell Parade brings you Connor Syrewicz reading (an edited-to-meet-FCC-regulations version of) his short story "Tomorrow 'Dun Gone", which appears in Issue 9 Spring 2012 of Superstition Review.

Farewell Adios to the Americano