Monday, August 19, 2019
Meena was the very first poet I discovered who named places and sounds and smells and sights from Kerala, the emerald green, southern-most coast of India.
The poets talk creative collaboration, gardening, epistolary poetry, and the intimacy of sentences.
April brings post-Fukushima dystopias, memoirs of the writing life, post-modern meditations on alienation, mythic novels of the Iranian revolution, and more.
A new folio interrogating authoritarian attempts to control formations of self, family, school, and nation. Deadline October 7
her story—a bone-white line across her throat. / Given enough time, she says, are all stories / not ghost stories?
How can I explain the embrace of a ghost? Arms open and extended, not even arms. The whole body extended and open. But the embrace, arrested, is unconsummated.We would like to collect information during your visit to help us better understand site use. This data is anonymized, and will not be used for marketing purposes. Read More on our Privacy Policy page. You can withdraw permission at any time or update your privacy settings here. Please choose below to continue.
