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[No Real Than You Are]

I always think that a poem "off the page" becomes an "act" of language rather than a poem, a thing made out of words.

When charm works, the connection established between individuals is palpable.


LOST generates the final thrust of its narrative through even more privileged positions.

Michael Montlack’s new poem collection Cool Limbo, for starters, looks really cool before it’s even opened.

[Candor Here, Lustre There]

Being “timeless” isn’t about removing the contemporary but about writing a good poem.

Ben Pease interviews Christie Ann Reynolds on the Scattered Rhymes podcast.

[After Catullus and Horace]

This evening at Catholic mass, while everyone bowed their heads to pray, I asked Jesus not only to help me be good to my husband and my family, but also what he thought about my poetry. I heard a voice, perhaps in my head, or perhaps funneled out the church ceiling which said, “your poetry will touch a few hearts, but it won’t help you in heaven.”

Okay! Fine. Tea Obreht is a veritable prodigy, and The Tiger's Wife is uncannily good. Most (no, all) reviewers, as well as the likes of Colum McCann, TC Boyle, and Ann Patchett, say no less. But this novel is not just good for a twenty-five year old. Most of us would kill to kill it like she does.

[Selections from "Under Ben Bulben"]

Digress, digress, follow the nose of your longing.

Cursivism, Will Hubbard's slim, debut volume of prose poems published by Ugly Duckling Presse, begins with a simple piece of advice that may be one of the most challenging charges facing anyone who is trying to figure out how to live, "just let it happen."