from L O R E Instress Press, 1998 The press Instress was edited by Leonard Brink, who also edited a journal called Inscape. I very much admired the writers he published including Keith Waldrop and Elizabeth Robinson. Leonard was the…
Category: Poetry
Poetry: Matthew Burnside
I published with > kill author because I was fortunate enough for them to have me. I’ve always admired their anonymous masthead and commitment to imagination, individuality, invention, and impactful writing. I miss their presence greatly and dedicate these pieces…
Poetry: Molly Gaudry
from PARTS Mud Luscious Press I couldn’t be happier for J. A. Tyler, the man who created Mud Luscious (the online journal, the chapbooks, and the full-length press). He made the right decision recently to privilege his own writing moving…
Poetry: Jeffrey Pethybridge
The Book of Lamps, being a psalm-book Drug-tired, at a loss, how to fuel and busy the engines of resistance, to make of the ceaseless and self-annihilating speech of inwardness, speech against self-annihilation, like a speech before the gate-work, before…
Visual Poetry: Nico Vassilakis
Deteriorata/Accumulata
Poetry: Ravi Shankar
Revivals to Schopenhauer
Poetry and Translation: Ryszard Krynicki translated by Ewa Chrusciel
These poems and the essay following will appear in the anthology On the Endless Horizon: A Poet’s Field Guide to Literary Translation, forthcoming from W.W. Norton in 2014.
Poetry: 2012 Omnidawn Open Contest Finalists
This month we feature new work from the five finalists for the 2012 Omnidawn Open Contest: Emily Abendroth — Exclosures Jenny Drai — Visitors, Cavaliers Craig Dworkin — Alkali Brandon Lussier — Mary Doll Strings Stephanie Ellis Schlaifer — Clarkston…
Poetry: E. Tracy Grinnell
from All the Rage THE HORROR OF APARTMENTS Watchwords of another life, fade one into the other. In my own dream. In captivity. If desire to escape, could escape but it builds around it in sequences of robes, bougainvillea chambers…
Poetry: Joshua Marie Wilkinson
The Easement The street’s black with drifted snow & it’s what’s to fold night around, the hunger of the motel sleeper the entaxied talker searching for a good curb to piss at in shadow— some laughter under owls, some old…