I’m happy to have had three new poems published this past week, two in The Guardian for an article curated by Amy King and Jane Spencer, and one in… 202 more words
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Summer basketball camp is about far more than wins and losses.
Take a look at the previous article and you’ll get a rundown of how the Coupeville High School girls squad did (scores, stats, etc.) on the court at a recent four-day jaunt to Ocean Shores. 562 more words
Amy King’s irascible and incantatory sprawlfest, The Missing Museum, which won the 2015 Tarpaulin Sky Prize (a fact which alone makes it the Heavyweight Champ of World Poetry as that year’s TS Prize anointed literal dozens of books of astonishing breadth and beauty as finalists and semifinalists), begins with a one-poem prologue/manifesto, the beautiful, frustrating “Wake Before Dawn & Salt the Sea,” which reads like a sonnet that refuses to restrain itself to quite the syllables required and yet still manages to convey precision and restraint, and which tells a reader everything about poetry: explicitly, that it is useless, it is fuckworthy, it is love; implicitly, it is the only choice that can be made by this glib, driven, passionate, jaded speaker, or anyone with any intelligence and heart. 779 more words