After urgency by Rusty Morrison How to draw the constantly shifting selves together around an object of scrutiny and let this simply be the way that it’s raining again outside, so lightly, hardly more than fog, so that I leave behind my umbrella, open the...
After urgency by Rusty Morrison How to draw the constantly shifting selves together around an object of scrutiny and let this simply be the way that it’s raining again outside, so lightly, hardly more than fog, so that I leave behind my ...
The blurb at the bottom of Dani Shapiro’s new book, Still Writing describes the book as “A paean to discipline and solitude” – The New York Times If this line had been visible on amazon.com’s image of the book, I might not have ordered...
Hey Minerva, Remember when you wrote me last week in the midst of some heavy-duty agita? Your sore throat raged like the fires of hell, you got a flat on the way to work, and while you were agonizing over your chapbook submissions, everybody you knew was...
What drew me into the room was the ordinariness. These paintings and drawings were not of dancing girls or opera dames or absinthe addicts. The color palettes were not of bright yellows or hypnotizing blues; there were no splashes of shocking red in a flower...
Hammock To a kitchen, to a jungle To sanctum, to circus As I rock in my hammock and smell the warm bananas baking with the butter and the wheat, Smell the fecund river teeming with piranhas and leeches and snakes the girth of a strong man. Rocked, in...
