Category Archives: Poetry

Tracy K. Smith Life on Mars Let your fingers do the walking. I think of your hands all those years ago Learning to maneuver a pencil, or struggling To fasten a coat. […] At night, of the fingers wrangling something … Continue reading →

How this fragment of the poem deals with owls remains to be re-segmented. “Ululae” this mome nt tha tone th ism omen tt h at on ethi smo men tt hat o net hi smo mento us is this moment … Continue reading →

Influenced by one of the translations (“El Gran Collage”) I keep referring to John Robert Colombo’s 1974 chapbook as The Grand Collage when is it “Great”. 200 copies for private circulation by the poet’s friends. Translations done by friends. The … Continue reading →

Throughout War of the Foxes by Richard Siken is a painterly voice. “Landscape with Rotten Fruit and Millipede” begins I cut off my head and threw it in the sky. It turned into birds. I called it thinking. The view … Continue reading →

Richard Siken. Crush And you can hear the sound of the waves in this bit from “Seaside Improvisation” and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy and then “Visible World” throws upon onto the shore      The … Continue reading →

He describes a river: The spate had a channel from the high heather to the estuary and its runway of water where running salmon crowded like memories. He describes the run of fish: It was hard to think that these … Continue reading →

from 28/03/01 Shutter Speed Check     horizon holds for poses a rest from stopping     zone holes for pauses stopped. iris click root     horizon zone somehow the picture of a flower emerges And so for day … Continue reading →