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James Wright: Sappho

Fire does not rest on iron, it drifts like a blue blossom
And catches on my breath;
Coiling, spinning, the blue foam of the gas fire
Writhes like a naked girl

October 19, 2025 · 4 Comments

Kristofer Collins: Trying to Read Levis at Drag Brunch 9.28.24

Yes, here is the late style of fire. Here is the burning
and the beauty of the thing engulfed.
Later I will not lack for poetry and my wife and I
will scorch the sheets.

September 9, 2025 · 14 Comments

James Wright: A Note Left in Jimmy Leonard’s Shack

Near the dry river’s water-mark we found
Your brother Minnegan,
Flopped like a fish against the muddy ground.

March 15, 2024 · 9 Comments

Michael Simms: Rhythm Benders | The Musicality of American Poetry

A poem is rooted in the rhythms of pulse, breath and movement.

October 6, 2023 · 10 Comments

Bill Knott: A Sudden Departure

A sudden raisinstorm broke
Raisins falling everywhere pellmell.
The occasion uniqued my head, I thought
If this can happen raisins raining
Upon persons paining why I can leave anytime
Without feeling shame

July 12, 2022 · 2 Comments

Michael Simms: Only You

I woke this morning remembering the room we had in Paris which looked out on the Seine.

June 26, 2021 · 29 Comments

Video: The Lost Words Blessing

Enter the wild with care, my love
And speak the things you see

September 27, 2020 · 4 Comments

Gary Margolis: I was Living in a Poem

Lines so plain I didn’t know, at first,
I was living in a poem.

July 23, 2020 · 5 Comments

James Wright: Trying to Pray

This time, I have left my body behind me, crying
In its dark thorns.

July 10, 2020 · Leave a comment

James Wright: Northern Pike

We prayed for the game warden’s blindness.
We prayed for the road home.
We ate the fish.

November 22, 2019 · 2 Comments

James Wright: A Blessing

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.

September 13, 2019 · 2 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 · 12 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

Michael Simms: On the Spectrum with Garrison Keillor

Many of the issues people have had with Keillor’s behavior through the years may have been caused by his autism.

August 11, 2019 · 32 Comments

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