Poetry of survival

Thanks to the June edition of POETRY, the Poetry Foundation’s publication, I learned about landays. A landay is a “folk couplet” or, to be more precise, “an oral and often anonymous scrap of song created by and for mostly illiterate people: the more than twenty million Pashtun women who span the border between Afghanistan and […]

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Primera inversión

  Arranco pequeño: olvido el apartamento vacío y frío. Quiero un piano negro y mío.   Pararlo junto a mi escritorio y mirarlo mientras escribo.   Escribir o tocar: es un mundo completo la soledad que contemplo.   Tal vez mi cintura, mis cejas, me lo permitirán.   Escrito 2008

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Beautiful baby fear

A few days ago, my son turned seven months. Since then, I’ve been rereading passages from Marilynne Robinson’s Pulitzer Prize-winning novel Gilead. It’s about many big things – religion, death, separation, love. But, to me, it is about a dying father who makes sense of his life by writing about it. In doing so, he […]

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I messed up

Today I read the work of poet Matt Hart for the first time, prompted by an article in the Huffington Post.  The article is a winding defense of contemporary American poetry. No doubt a valiant and valuable cause, but one whose defense could have used the help of an editor friend. Regardless, the article is […]

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