Books
a coin I am the not-iguana. the gulliver. oh mainly what...
When the whatnot I am am I I am I I am am I primarily occupations and hatwear. Whatear war heat at raw he wet hare. So it can so it can...
Erotic Whitman
I’ll never forget meeting the poet Aimee Herman on my first day of classes at Naropa University in the winter of 2008, in a workshop led by Maureen Owen, who famously co-directed the St. Mark’s Poetry Project in late-’70s Manhattan. Herman had wild hot-pink hair, ...
Finding the common struggle
Death has this way of opening doors, of showing the living paths they didn’t realize they could take.
“Mostly it is loss,” mused the German...
Juliet Wittman on the intimate power of food
Before I knew Juliet Wittman as a writer — as acclaimed theater critic, investigative journalist, food writing professor and author — I knew her...
Searching is the salve
There’s a sense of foreboding that hovers over the pages of Khadijah Queen’s new collection of poetry — a heavy nimbostratus cloud of dread.
“In...
