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I once hosted a post-reading dinner for a well-liked poet who moved between the bounds of academic poet and community poet. There was an imaginary line that bisected the long...

If the pressing question was, what is the meaning of my reading in the world, the more general, more immediate inquiry can be: how is reading—the notion I have belabored,...

Revision is a form of futurity; it believes that a more particular language will emerge.  In my formative undergraduate studies, it was instilled in me that a poem cannot be good...

Before I saw Turning Red, I heard about it. More accurately, I read about it, or I read about the movie refracted through another review which finished by definitively declaring...

If it resists me, I know it’s real ~Frank Bidart A few years ago, I made a crucial change in my manuscript, the kind that returns one’s entire body of work to...

I had this terrible need to explain.  I wrote the first post not to explain myself. I wrote it as the drive away from, the drive referring back to, the terrible...

I am 21 years old and I have never published a poem. More importantly, I am 21 years old and I do not have a driver’s license, and my best...

Impatience does not stir the curtains, a bed is neither irritable nor rapacious. Whatever disquiet we sense in a room we have brought there.                  ...

Earlier this month, I virtually attended Solmaz Sharif’s book launch for Customs, a brief (Zoom) window into a brilliant poet’s work and thinking. Sharif alternated between reading poems and discussing...

I’ve been thinking on a reader manifesto, rules to be, numbered shorthands to come, no time soon, I’m in the thick. I’ve been reading The Undercommons (PDF) by Fred Moten &...