Practicing the World HAPPY HOUR The more I talk to people who’ve lost loved ones, the more apparent it becomes that—despite our beliefs about the afterlife—many of us watch for... Read More
Self Portrait with Mabel, Rose, Lillianne, Fern, Mildred, Bea My mother named me little old lady. Named me: startle-easily, little-flincher, night-terrors-with-spiders. I lived in a different century. I was born... Read More
It is difficult to write about my poems because I’ve always believed that the poem should speak for itself. Then again, I’m not one to turn away from a challenge... Read More
The Whole Mess… Almost– Gregory Corso I ran up six flights of stairsto my small furnished roomopened the windowand began throwing outthose things most important in lifeFirst to go, Truth,... Read More
NA: I love how you open, Gloved Against Blood, with a quote from Proust, “For we are our loom,” and then write about your life and your ancestor’s lives, both as if... Read More
A faculty member at the college where I loved to be with students once emailed me the following: “You use too many exclamation points.” What’s the deal with the fear... Read More
Untitled -Christopher Poindexter  I struggle with being both a human and an artist.  The human in me wants love, romance, someone to die for, truly sacrifice my own life... Read More
Becoming the Tea – Joyce Carol Thomas  Brown honey and broom wheat tea Sweetwater, Daddy calls me Liquid ambrosia with fire “Be careful what you ponder,” Granny smiles, “Over... Read More
My Boat Raymond Carver My boat is being made to order. Right now it’s about to leaveThe hands of its builders. I’ve reserved a special placefor it down at the... Read More