I was abandoned under the marquee of a movie theater. I was raised by ushers and ticket takers and projectionists. My earliest memory is of William Powell and Myrna Loy. My earliest memory is of Silvia Pinal in a wedding dress, holding a candelabra. My earliest memory...
A Conversation between Paul Nemser (A Thousand Curves) and Terese Svoboda (Theatrix: Poetry Plays) April 2021
Paul Nemser’s poetry book A Thousand Curves, which received the Editor’s Choice Award from Red Mountain Press, was published in April, 2021....
She Says We’re dreams walking in the world on the land of red skin red blood on the land of a civil war She says we will walk on...
I first became aware of Kristine Snodgrass’s art through WAAVe (Women Asemic Artists & Visual Poets,) a project for which she is founder and...
I’m trying to imagine you imagining me/finding, at the bottom of a plastic storage bin—/under clippings from your Daily Camera column
It was good to fill the sinkhole myself after the landscaper/botched the job. Beneath the plant he poised, thirsty/on red clay—divots of emptiness. Ten bags of top soil go in/smelling of the deciduous north, released
Is it the flaw no one had noticed in the inlaid featherwork from which we can infer
Paul Klee once said, “He has found his style, when he cannot do otherwise.” There are poets whose language takes on this kind of inevitability, something Rilke called the “unconcealedness of being,” which shimmers on, star-like and unbidden, shouldering the pain of loss.
in Australia a recent production of Merchant of Venice changed the ending –/ what have I done?
All my registers say hush/A spider pushes each ounce of knowledge against the ground/Her hydraulic soldiers
this is how they work together in her mind/at a proper distance from each other
Hold Me Tight by Jason Schneiderman is a book of five sections that vary in style, tone, and form — it is a book of fables, fantasies, and hilarious futures.