Poetry

Mon Jan 14 2013 After by Molly McCully Brown The girls in the parking lot behind the Chevron have justsmoked their first cigarettes, and were Read more...	Mon Jan 14 2013 Funeral of My Character by Kathleen Ossip (paintings by Hikari Shimoda) What is lost is lost for good reason. Things turn bizarre when the Read more...	Mon Jan 14 2013 In a Mexican Restaurant I Recall How Much You Upset Me by Ada Limón Tonight over casual conversation,words brought you up or outfrom where I keep you,and you were my Read more...
Mon Jan 14 2013 IN OUT AZ DJ by Sandra M. Yee for Junot Díaz Tune in, spoon into, this audio sputter, the din of my judo-jumped heart—you who Read more...	Mon Jan 14 2013 Mississippi Suite by Sterling Plumpp 1.I have crossed over somewhere I can buy a crossroad map For mummified worlds within Read more...	Mon Jan 14 2013 My Father's Prayers by Angela Jackson Every morning my father prayed on his kneesat the side of his marriage bed. He bowedhis head and Read more...
Mon Jan 14 2013 On Waking Up the Next Morning with Back Spasms & A Cracked Rib by Sandra M. Yee for Rob K. I want to align my spine Read more...	Mon Jan 14 2013 Summer and the City by Angela Jackson (Chicago as was, in memory of Robert Hayden and his memory) Summer nights cool came downblotting Read more...	Mon Jan 14 2013 Tattoo Theory by Ada Limón My own personal map of America on the back of the airplane seatwhere the cartoon plane tells you Read more...

The Moving Face (for Roger Ebert)

The first time I ever really thought about Roger Ebert it was because I knew he was warm, dry, and celebrating and I was cold, wet and furious. It was January 2005 in Chicago, and unsurprisingly it was snowing on me and members of Not Dead Yet as we staged a protest outside the Union League Club, surrounded by a row of news trucks.
On the Early English Essay: An Experimental Array

"Essay" enters into English untamed.
The Facts of the Matter

Here is how it happened: The door to the suite was open that night when I walked past and saw her splayed across a couch, one foot on the floor, one leg hooked over an arm rest.
Excerpt from Office Girl

On that Monday at the end of January, Jack Blevins, a questionable young man of twenty-five, rides his blue bicycle beneath the flurry, with tape recorder in hand.

Douglas Foster: Interview

"We’re quite rightfully concerned by the level of unemployment in the United States and the ways people were devastated by the financial crisis of 2008, but in the circumstances people face in a place like South Africa, 10 percent unemployment would be heaven."
Stephen Elliott: Interview

“We all change; the things you want from writing, at a certain age, become different from the things you want later. I’ve avoided any obligations, and I still live like a child. I don’t have a wife and kids. I’m on my own. It’s a choice.”
B.J. Hollars: Interview

"Blurring the Boundaries was inspired by my own frustration with facts."
Karen Rigby: Interview

My poetry won’t suit everyone. It has been described as dense; I’m aware of that response, so I wouldn’t say “I hope everyone reads it.”

The Game of Boxes by Catherine Barnett

At the heart of this collection, Barnett’s second, is an engagement with Kant’s idea of the sublime, namely that the self experiences both terror and dread in the face of the infinite—whether death or, as the Romantics understood it, the implacable force of Nature.
Whatever is Contained Must be Released: My Jewish Orthodox Girlhood, My Life as a Feminist Artist, by Heléne Aylon

The memoir, like the artist herself, swerves between cutting-edge installation art, the ancient passages of the Bible, and centuries-old Jewish law and tradition.
The Walls Behind the Curtain: East European Prison Literature, 1945-1990 edited by Harold B. Segel

This fascinating book, edited by Prof. Harold B. Segel of Columbia University, presents a rich sampling of writings by people imprisoned in the jails of the former Eastern European Soviet colonies...
Love: An Index by Rebecca Lindenberg

In 2009 the poet Craig Arnold disappeared on the remote Japanese island Kuchinoerabujima, while hiking near a volcano. Though Japanese authorities searched for days, Arnold was never found. Rebecca Lindenberg, his partner of six years, has now written Love: An Index, a meditation on their love and her loss of him.