Joanne Durham: The Pulaski Skyway, 1970
I drove that massive maze, high as its trusses,
to make it out of New Jersey to New York’s smoky clubs,
to sit a table away from musicians soon to be stars.
November 26, 2025 · 8 Comments
Diane di Prima: Revolutionary Letters
endless as the sea, not separate, we die
a million times a day, we are born
a million times, each breath life and death:
get up, put on your shoes, get
started, someone will finish
August 15, 2025 · 17 Comments
Joanne Durham: Becoming Educated
No one spoke
of their exodus, how they fled homes
stolen or burned
March 28, 2024 · 2 Comments
