A parking lot, and cars in the lot Minivans and trucks, families and farmhands. This is where I am, a suburb closing in on farmland a...

I am, I am. I wish I could write something to appreciate how much her writing makes me feel, how it's both so magical and so earthly. How...

Poems, like most great art, are the art of telling the truth of life just as we live it. I learned this in the work of Joy Harjo, Mary...

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From Ta-Nehisi Coates' Between the World and Me Poetry as the end of language, or the edge of language. Poetry as the point of contact...

Were you ever told to keep silent? Keep still, be quiet. Save it for later. There was one time when this was a gift: I think of the Grand...