Away Away is Mark Pawlak’s first full-length poetry collection since Reconnaissance, published in 2016 in conjunction with the fiftieth anniversary of Hanging Loose (you can find my review here). Much of what concerns the poet in his last book persists in this volume published by Arrowsmith Press. Pawlak remains a master of the transformative detail, […]
Thanks to DJ Snowhite for the music to the second poem in Petition, “Not Far”!
TRAMPOLINE AND BALANCE BEAM: ON ELTON GLASER’S GHOST VARIATIONS AND STEVEN CRAMER’S DEPARTURES FROM RILKE Elton Glaser and Steven Cramer bookend my life in poetry. I began reading Elton’s work––and he mine––when we were MFA students at U.C. Irvine fifty-plus years ago. Steven and I, along with Teresa Cader, have shared work for almost two […]
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Take the saga of Utah’s Mormon settlement, add memories of growing up in the church, mix in the voice of a monster rumored to live in an ecologically damaged salt lake, and posit an extraterrestrial witness to all of the above: this is the geography of Natalie Padilla Young’s first book of poems, All of […]
Here’s the title poem of my latest book set to music. Thank you, DJ Snowhite, for Petition Refrain!
“Emily gave a curt nod. ‘Then it seems to me we have a real mystery on our hands.’” So ends the seventh chapter of Because I Could Not Stop For Death, an Emily Dickinson Mystery by USA Today bestselling novelist Amanda Flower (there’s one more, I Heard a Fly Buzz When I Died). Flower has […]
Recently I’ve been reading British detective fiction written almost 100 years ago––Josephine Tey, Margery Allingham. Detectives reveal the guilty, absolve the innocent, and soothe a reader by returning the moral balance to society. The society in these novels is, of course, fully hierarchical. The titled are admired, lower classes too if they know their place; […]
I was introduced to the breadth of Ruth Stone’s work sometime in the 1980s, probably by Donald Hall after he and Jane Kenyon moved to a farmhouse in rural New Hampshire cousin to Stone’s farmhouse in Goshen, Vermont. By then Stone had published three books with Harcourt, and I’d noticed the one poem from her […]