Next week, April 26 is Poem in Your Pocket Day. I wrote this a few years ago and thought I’d remind everyone of the chance to participate this year: The Academy of American Poets sent an email encouraging me to print a poem, carry it around, and share it with those I meet. How […]
When Nobel laureate Derek Walcott died in March 2017, The New York Times ran a 2,000 word obituary highlighting the brilliance of his imagination as a poet and dramatist. After the quotations and citations, including one from the Nobel committee, were the following two paragraphs: “In 2009, Mr. Walcott was proposed for the honorary post […]
Elizabeth Alexander chose “Visiting Amber at Lowell Correctional” for an honorable mention when she came to judge UMass Boston’s Academy of American Poets Prize in 2008. Of course she didn’t know Tara Skurtu, but none of us on the creative writing faculty did either—surprising, since I liked to think we could identify every student […]
Krysten Hill’s chapbook is as fresh as today’s headlines. It calls out a culture where women continually risk abuse, invisibility, and soul-killing erasures, and where black women are particularly threatened. The book begins with found language from a Google search that serially exposes the penumbra of violence in the male gaze. It ends with a […]
I’ve written before about Hanging Loose Press, and among its new publications is Karen Locascio’s May All My Wounds Be Mortal. She’s the first winner of the Ron Schreiber Memorial Award—Ron was a professor at UMass Boston, where Karen received her MFA, and where I was lucky to have her as my student. I had […]
Emma Lazarus was a fourth-generation New York Jew. At 17, she published her first book of poems, a volume admired by Ralph Waldo Emerson, who entertained and flirted with her in Concord. She was a friend of Thomas Wentworth Higginson and Henry James. She was also a feminist, activist, and secular Zionist before such terms […]
Donald Hall used to have his own zip code. So prodigious was his correspondence, it overwhelmed the Danbury, NH post office where his mail was delivered. Later, his mailing address switched to Wilmot, and he grudgingly obtained an email address for his assistant. But he still keeps a book of stamps beside his armchair, and […]
In the final section of his eagerly anticipated new book, Lloyd Schwartz writes, “The older I get, the less and less/I understand this world,//and the people in it.” (“To My Oldest Friend, Whose Silence Is Like a Death”). But throughout Little Kisses, it’s clear that Lloyd—a dear friend whose first name I’ll use throughout this […]
Copperfish Books is that small miracle, an independent bookstore in a city with a population not much bigger than my current hometown, and a lot smaller than Lexington, the neighboring Harvard/Tufts/high tech bedroom community where I lived for decades and which lost its three bookstores years ago. Copperfish sponsors literary events, and last week I […]