This essay also appears in print in the Forum pages of Issue #40. Mono-Sectoral Poetic Myopia If we put together a pie chart graph indicating the percentage of economic sectors given expression in poetry journals, presses, conferences, prize dispensations, there would be very scant representation from, say, the service industry, or manufacturing, homecare, construction, retail, […]

The End of Writing/Things I forgot I Wrote I dream again about my father           He is eating grass and slurping muddy water He asks me to chain him to a tree outside of the bank and to sell passersby the opportunity to have their pictures taken with him The light […]

The faint sting of dish soap will linger on the lip of the cup, regardless. Similarly, my friend the diviner had reems of paperwork still to “do.” We sat, eating potato chips, surrounded by children who had come to see the bones and the stones.       These bone-seeking children moved in groups, sorted […]

We came up with it while driving home from dinner. The sky, I remember, had that early morning brightness, though it was nearly ten at night, and there was a full moon without any tricks—no superpowers or strawberry hues or harvest indications. Just light that shone everything into blue. It looked like the world when […]