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Old poems, new place, good times

Three Shanghai poems from Expat Taxes, originally published in various editions of Larry Fagin‘s Sal Mimeo, are up at Alluvium, the house publication of Literary Shanghai. Plus one they like because it has the word “alluvial” in it, previously published in the Brooklyn Rail, as a li’l promo salvo in advance of the reading event […]

Target One

no thing clever to say isn’t nothing enough to have said and been done with

“The Verses” and “What’s an Expat”

Richard Roundy continues to publish some of my long-time — and newly — favorite poets as poetry editor of the young webzine Across the Margin, and I’m grateful to join poets from Kit Robinson and Alan Bernheimer to Allison Cobb to Aaron Simon to Lewis Warsh and Paul Maziar, just to name a very few, with the […]

“Nike Vapor Lunar Trout” and “The Johns”

Richard Roundy has been publishing some of my long-time — and newly — favorite poets as poetry editor of the young webzine Across the Margin, and I’m honored to join poets from Kit Robinson and Alan Bernheimer to Allison Cobb to Aaaron Simon to Lewis Warsh and Paul Maziar, just to name a very few, with […]

Four poems in The Brooklyn Rail

The Brooklyn Rail has published three new poems and an excerpt from HELLO 2015. The short ones — “Ghost Burning,” “Sea Lyric” and “Block the Entrances” appear in print and online; the first half of HELLO 2015 is online only.

FULL BLEED

“Envision white  light” flashpan Moment breached foamed searcher time Fashion sears the skies  splits sutures clouds Scars dark reticular  dusk swallows Bats flapping Twombly ink-washed sops arc Black static sonar  sky-blue hedge Yes-space with consciousness  Replaced blood with nitrous  Fizz the bonds in nerves no jest  Needle-jet thrust returning number- less reasons to get a new golf swing in the Atlantic  […]

The Paranoid Style in American Poetry

  Presenting a complete list of paranoid contemporary American poets    

STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF

    The charge of silence — No poem works in my mind for more than a moment and that’s both the (remaining) attraction and the (growing) distraction. I mean more like more as in moar but also more like NO MORE, like more no moar, even though “no more” doesn’t get you a fraction of […]