If faith requires doubt, you can’t pretend
the other door will open when you ask:
you need to know. You cannot condescend.
Reciprocity delineates
the limits you can test. Remove your mask.
Make yourself what love obliterates.
I’m looking for poets on Micro.blog. Anybody out there?
The first five poems in my new, booklength sequence, This Sentence Is A Metaphor For Bridge, have been published at The Piltdown Review. I like the photo they chose to accompany the poems.
A lot of contemporary poetry I read these days seems built around metaphors & images self-consciously constructed to be surprising and unconventional. Too often they feel to me like forced and failed attempts at what Robert Bly called “leaping poetry.”
I think every working person should read this book regardless of party/political affiliation. It’s an intellectual history of the Koch brothers' agenda, and it’s pretty scary. They really do want to return us to the 19th century in ways not good for anyone not already wealthy. 📚
It’s 1 AM and I’m sitting in my dining room watching my Chanukah candles burn—I lit them late—and I’m thinking that when I finish the book of poems I’m working on, my next project will be the three essays on antisemitism I just realized would make a nice chapbook-length sequence.
This is a thought-provoking piece: nyti.ms
I’m a Democrat and a Feminist. And I Support Betsy DeVos’s Title IX Reforms.
Trying to like this book as much as the hype says I should, but no matter how gorgeous much of the writing is–and there’s some truly gorgeous writing here–almost every poem I’ve read contains a moment of what seems to me inauthenticity that deflates the experience of the poem.
Hello Micro.blog. Just starting to learn how this works.