Rants

like I was saying Your face, child consigned to lower, wetter branches petals etc. on fallback

Last night I scrabbled for the last time with Sean Bishop, a poet in the UH MFA program. We couldn’t have a more different approach to reading and writing, but we’re aptly matched scrabblers and enjoy bitching about our prospective poetry universes. We were sparring about whether Larry Levis is a genius or a hack, [...]

little well I look so down in the poetry mirror. there is not much difference i say very little differential. on fields from another: they look likely like one and sum slipping some slippy no big dif between the not yet famous the not yet famous-er in owning this poetry well-ness I tell you my [...]