Doug Anderson: In These Times
The fawn was lost, it seemed to me, stumbling through the foggy field and disappearing. I went after it, not knowing why, thought I might help somehow. Wanted to hold … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: Awakened at two thirty by love
The noise of my life is still sleeping,and the self beneath myself enters the room.I say, I hope I’ve not abandoned you,my better brother. He says, no — I’m here all … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: Only the hard things remain
Only the hard things remain. That bucket with the bottom rusted out won’t do. That old horse will – see how he still runs toward the barn when he hears … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: Christmas
When I was a child and miserable and love stopped at every house but mine I’d go to sleep wishing for an angel, that she’d emanate from the dark and … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: Purity and Politics
We live in an age of tarnished idols. Picasso was a womanizer, drunk with his own success, having been born into the pivotal moment of modernism and thus achieving more … Continue reading
Video: Viet Thanh Nguyen
. As part of the Lannan Foundation Readings and Conversation series, Viet Thanh Nguyen is introduced by Maxine Hong Kingston, then reads from his work. Recorded March, 2017. . Viet … Continue reading
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Doug Anderson: Sfumato
The wall crumbles and the world floods in. Put down my sword and shield. May you free fall into me. Of all the names for love, this. Da Vinci knew … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: I am always in love
I am always in love because that is what we are here to do. It feels like dyspepsia when it can’t find its object or its object is abstract. It … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: I don’t know what a self is
I don’t know what a self is maybe it’s all the fear and hurt collected in a life, a shield of scar-tissue where, beneath, the true heart lies, destitute, held … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: The Bone Song
The Russian bone connected to the vote scam bone, the vote scam bone connected to the wingnut ignoramus bone the wing nut ignoramus bone connected to the Nazi bone, the … Continue reading
Sam Hamill: Three Poems
Septuagenarian Sitting alone in late summer twilight sipping cold sake reading the obituaries of my friends . To Margaret, the Librarian It was a librarian who first showed me … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: With the Light Dying
They were a sad lot, thought themselves the last of the righteous. Their ideas dead inside them, they armed their ignorant legions against the inevitable, thinking (in spite of their … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: Binge
War comes to visit me once a day. I can’t get rid of him. He’s grown old and hates himself. I stopped a quarter century ago, but he still drinks … Continue reading
