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Joan E. Bauer: W. Eugene Smith in Minamata, Japan 1971

Smith frames: Tomoko Uemura in Her Bath
The mother cradles Tomoko, her misshapen daughter.
Light through a dark window.
A post-modern pietà.

May 13, 2020 · 2 Comments

Jason Irwin: Landscape

See the men break through the early morning mistlike phantoms from a dream; their hat brims
pulled low, shirt sleeves rolled above elbows,
boots caked with last week’s mud.

April 16, 2020 · 2 Comments

Robert Gibb: A Paragraph for W. Eugene Smith

“The infinite mistake of Pittsburgh does not take from the fact that the set of photographs is among my finest.”

March 12, 2020 · 2 Comments

Jason Irwin: Smoke Rising

Back then to see dark clouds of smoke
rising above the housetops meant that God, in his wisdom and mercy,
was still on our side.

February 5, 2020 · Leave a comment

Michael Simms: Re-reading Christina Rossetti’s ‘In an Artist’s Studio’

The value of Rossetti’s poem lies in both the expert use of the Petrarchan sonnet, a particularly challenging form to master in English, and in the poet’s complex stance on the role of art in creating and re-enforcing images of women.

January 24, 2020 · Leave a comment

Kristofer Collins: A Poem for Michael Wurster

The only connection I felt to the mills
was to the children of a generation of flayed men
on unemployment, the storefronts boarded…

November 7, 2019 · Leave a comment

Michael Simms: Hands

Every man who works with his hands
Has seen that look. Maybe we showed up
To patch the roof, service the furnace,
Or unclog the sewer…

September 22, 2019 · 9 Comments

James Wright: Depressed by a Book of Bad Poetry, I Walk Toward an Unused Pasture and Invite the Insects to Join Me

The old grasshoppers
Are tired, they leap heavily now,
Their thighs are burdened.
I want to hear them, they have clear sounds to make.

August 30, 2019 · 5 Comments

Michael Simms: Dogsbody to the Muse

Sometimes it’s painful to watch a group of poets trying to work a room as if they were politicians. The AWP conference, as the wag put it, is comprised of 15,000 introverts pretending to be extroverts.

August 25, 2019 · 12 Comments

Robert Gibb: Enactments of Identity

Years ago the friend of a friend called me
A “Professional Irishman.” Fair enough.

March 17, 2019 · Leave a comment

Robert Gibb: Deskulling the Slag Pots

i.   You’d see them in the railyard, Coupled and waiting in line To be topped off with that cargo Tapped from the blast furnaces: Magma they’d freight nightly Along … Continue reading

September 25, 2018 · Leave a comment

Michael Simms: An Appreciation of the Poetry of Robert Gibb

Robert Gibb is a poet’s poet. By that phrase I mean that he’s widely admired among poets across the country, but virtually unknown to the public. He’s published a dozen … Continue reading

February 24, 2018 · 3 Comments

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