Have you ever been reading a favorite book (for the tenth time) or listening to a favorite cd (for the hundredth time) or doing something in that vein (for the nth time) and you get to that part of it… more →
Captain Supremoparadiseisakindoflibrary wrote 2 weeks ago: I close my eyes and see a seagull in the desert, high, against unbearably blue sky. There is hope in … more →
onceuponatimetherelivedagirl wrote 1 month ago: I like lists. So I love this website, where they have lots of lists: http://listsgalore.blogspot.com … more →
ben wrote 2 months ago: As Ben no longer has regular iPod access, he’s making do with one ‘big’ album a we … more →
Weston Cutter wrote 2 months ago: Franz Wright’s the only writer whose book I’ve stolen from a library, and his The Before … more →
amyking wrote 2 months ago: BOOK STARS OF THE NIGHT COMMUTE by ANA BOZICEVIC Stars of the Night Commute haunts in three dimensio … more →
Theresa Williams wrote 4 months ago: Here, Kyle McCord writes to his friend Ezekiel Black. Kyle and Zeke were housemates at UMass-Amhers … more →
m wrote 6 months ago: On it lives one bird who commences singing, for some reason best known to itself, at precisely 4 a.m … more →
Deborah Barlow wrote 8 months ago: The Jewel There is this cave In the air behind my body That nobody is going to touch: A cloister, a … more →
Austin L. Church wrote 8 months ago: The summer before my senior year of college, I spent two months working with Warringah Church of Chr … more →
billstrickland wrote 9 months ago: I felt nothing now but a dismal desire to talk, maybe offer to take her someplace to purchase a coat … more →
laurahughey wrote 9 months ago: Beginning Again – Franz Wright “If I could stop talking, completely cease talking for a year, … more →
D.S. Loney wrote 10 months ago: Should I be afraid of what I say about Franz Wright? After poet-critic William Logan napalmed the Pu … more →
callmeandrea wrote 11 months ago: Günter Eich Apocrypha A pretty girl asks for my autograph, delighted! Except it’s her cigarett … more →
tarabridgetmoore wrote 11 months ago: The black balloon tied to her wrist again, thin hand floating an inch above the white white sheet … more →
Ryan wrote 11 months ago: Initial To be able to say it: rose, oak, the stars. And not to be blind! Just to be here for one day … more →
Ricco Siasoco wrote 1 year ago: Great article by James Parker in The Phoenix this week about local poets Rafael Campo and Franz Wrig … more →
billstrickland wrote 1 year ago: When I look at the bare fields in winter, the sunflowers are there. Some hours I am living this line … more →
billstrickland wrote 1 year ago: There is a place where even music is no longer necessary. I chose, or was driven, to interpret that … more →
billstrickland wrote 1 year ago: I lived as a monster, my only hope is to die like a child. I am deep down into this book, and not li … more →