from THE LANDSCAPES WERE IN MY ARMS Sometimes an avenue itself is the masterpiece. In France gold arrests the street like a sequin wheeling its shine around. Form and light translated by how heavily they close in on the eye.…
“Seeking a Form of Love Called Home”: Pepper Luboff reviews Shannon Tharp’s Vertigo in Spring
Vertigo in Spring, by Shannon Tharp, The Cultural Society, Brooklyn, New York, 2013 48 pages, $15.00 paperback, culturalsociety.org. Shannon Tharp’s second book, Vertigo in Spring, does nothing less than boil down the sense of becoming’s ordinary bruises—alienation from one’s chosen…
Barbara Claire Freeman interviews Graham Foust
Graham Foust lives and works in Denver. His latest books are To Anacreon in Heaven and Other Poems (Flood Editions, 2013) and In Time’s Rift (Wave Books, 2012), a co-translation, with Samuel Frederick, of Ernst Meister’s Im Zeitspalt. Barbara Claire…
Jed Rasula: “Heeding the Heedless Sublime”
This talk was originally delivered as part of the panel titled “Environmental Dreamscapes and the Heedless Sublime” at the 2013 Conference on Eco-poetics at U.C. Berkeley. Other participants were Nathan Brown, Evelyn Reilly, and Brian Teare.
Poetry: pablo lopez
from NUMBERS: A Poem 420. Countless detail. 420. Some danger we’re in. 421. Days outside. And generic anvil. 422. If true. Days slitter the skin. 421. Scars splattered. The face. 421. Historic detail.
Poetry: Diana Khoi Nguyen
Souvenirs from a Future World Evening worked quickly as if sewing a ghost. The cry of a doorframe holding nothing, Light cut through. Two truant hands gripped stucco, Peppercorns dropped from trees, The dapple-gray rider smelled the whale washed up…