Height of Beauty

Secret obsessions, private mad endeavors, finally, unintentionally, revealed are so fragile they break the beholder’s heart. Which beckons the ask: why is heartbreak so beautiful? From “Letters from Max,” by Sarah Ruhl and Max Ritvo.

Poems Heavy as Poached Game

Scenes from Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Sharon Olds’ first book of poems “Satan Says.” In the background, Paola Pivi’s solo exhibit at the Miami Beach Bass Museum.

Whose Wife

From “The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde.”

Moving for Love

I don’t usually post twice in a day, but the lines in Ada Limón’s poem above are so beautiful and it is raining so hard that I couldn’t bear to witness alone.

Abandoned Men

Brooklyn Copeland is a young, prolific poet who has published individual poems in venues like Poetry Magazine and The New York Times. She also has several chapbooks and  full length poetry collections available. As readily available as her work is online to peruse, I found it hard to pin down. “Self-conscious” is definitely a word that came to mind. “Intentional” […]

What Doesn’t Change

Written by Arab-American poet Naomi Shihab Nye , the poem below is launched in a childish tone, but closes in a distinctly mature voice. For me, this combination of child/adult voices is what makes the poem interesting, what makes it work. Otherwise, the piece stands the risk of being another doe-eyed “barrio” poem. But it is not. It […]

No One Wants Jane Austen

Every time I come across a remarkable literary journal, I get surprised. Another one? There are already so many good ones, it seems. Could the rumor that no one reads poetry anymore be just that, a rumor? Let’s hope so. In the meantime, I leave you with a poem by Joanna Schroeder, which appeared in […]

A Pot of Bones

  Natasha Trethewey is one of those rare poets that everybody seems to like, much in spite of her massive commercial success. Massive, that is, in terms of poetic commercial success, which is timid at best. Nevertheless, Trethewey won the Pulitzer Prize for her book Native Guard (2006), written about an all-black regiment that fought in the Civil War. […]

The Light On

  Because anger lets you will its volume Encourages itself upon you It is easiest to rage Make the morning a landscape of stone   It takes informed surrender to kill the light He left on through the night And sit in the unhurried darkness Of the sun on its way up   Although, in […]

Good God

  The unlaid egg is a grantor for today   Here Where the breeze reigns I bend Allow Bite off the broken nail Celebrant of drops of blood   That throb My fingertips Red

The Insult of a Period

While in Los Angeles last year I found a great book at the LACMA bookstore written by Italian poet Adriano Spatola titled “majakovskiiiiiiij.” It is definitely an art/poetry book. A small edition to be cherished and stored. No doubt, it is coming with me as I move from Bogota, Colombia to Miami next week.

Paco, Published

    After two rejections, Smoking Glue Gun Magazine finally accepted one of my poems, “Paco,” above. Thrilled to be included in their catalog of well-crafted work.  

The Bedroom is Trees

Last week I wrote about a three-way interview published by “The Review Review” about the future of poetry. The three-way was composed of Rob MacDonald of Sixth Finch Journal,  Matt Hart of Forklift Ohio Journal and Gale Marie Thompson of Jellyfish Magazine.  I recommend at least perusing the article to get a sense of what people in the poetry world (and these are very relevant people […]

My Poem “Said and Done” Published by “Silver Birch Press”!

    It was a pleasure to discover Los Angeles based “Silver Birch Press” on WordPress not too long ago. They will be sharing a few of my poems with the world in the upcoming months. And for that I am intensely grateful. Here is the first poem, “Said and Done,” part of their Self-Portrait […]

A Chat About the Future of Poetry

The founding editors of three of today’s most well-respected online poetry journals had a talk about the future of poetry with “The Review Review.” Here’s the link. Rob MacDonald of Sixth Finch Journal,  Matt Hart who edits Forklift Ohio Journal and Gale Marie Thompson who runs Jellyfish Magazine spoke about how the masses perceive poetry and how this is affected by the […]

Mother is Drinking to Forget a Man

“Mother is drinking to forget a man / who could fill the woods with invitations” is perhaps one of the best poem openers I’ve come across. Sure, it’s simple. But it is also grotesque. The phrase is already a poem before the poem even begins. This line opens Lynn Emanuel’s poem “Frying Trout While Drunk.” Emanuel is a […]

Suicide Off Egg Rock

  I dislike mentioning suicide when speaking about Sylvia Plath. But, today, it’s truly inevitable because the poem I chose for this week is in fact about suicide. Not hers, however. The suffering soul here is a nameless man who is disgusted by life, its sounds and waste, “that landscape / Of imperfections his bowels were […]

How Others Do It

A Literation Magazine published two of my poems. I posted the first yesterday. Here is the second. Check out the great work they do to promote emerging writers here!

Trip Poem # 10 – Temple Tour

There is no redemption on the temple tour Just grass and root The dis   possessions of time   You may pray for free But hungry monks look on Their sticks of incense sell for a dollar   Oh pay the dollar Rent the pants for your barefaced ankle Tip the skinny guide   Yours is local history […]