This Sunday at 3 pm Eastern on Zoom, we are hosting a poetry reading featuring the Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets and Pulitzer Prize Finalist, Dorianne Laux, and current Pulitzer Prize Winner, Diane Seuss. Register to attend the reading here.
There is something that happens when the words of a poet find their best reader–Confluence–that meshing of two ‘rivers’; in which one art meets another, and illumination is the result. As poets, we all want to find our best readers, those who will come to our personal experience, and find in it all that makesContinue reading “Two Rivers”
I took up residence in the Toronto airport once. The reasons are a long story and not the one I’m telling. Toronto has two airports. This was the one all in glass. They had a sushi bar that also served coffee. Lattes named after famous novels. I drank from The Awakening twice. Tried The EnglishContinue reading “The story I’m telling”
I was sitting in a NYC bar with Philip F. Clark waiting for a reading of some sort, writing down possible journal names. Wondered if The Night Heron Barks would get us laughed out of the room.
I suspect editors have their own version of that hypothetical, if they could invite any five people for dinner. I think of poets and poems.
I woke early this morning to the news that a certain Republican senator had tweeted last night his intention to vote against witnesses in the impeachment trial. Trying to push down a sense of anger and dismay, I returned to Lisa Rosenberg’s poem which I first read yesterday.
One of the things that I spoke out loud about two weeks ago was the idea that we would make space for work that needs to be heard now. Carole Bromley has written a poem with quiet heartbreak in it. It made me think about foregrounds and backgrounds. How if we whisper about what isContinue reading “The Timely Poem”
“Men still live who, in their youth, remember pigeons; trees still live who, in their youth, were shaken by a living wind. But a few decades hence only the oaks will remember, and at long last only the hills will know.” — Aldo Leopold, “On a Monument to the Pigeon,” 1947 We will publish theContinue reading “Fieldnotes”
We intend to publish one issue with each season, but would also like to provide space for poets who need to sound now. If you have a poem that is vital, current, pressing, make note of it in your submission subject line and we will try to attend to it in time.