Monthly Archives: August 2018

Tom Crawford – R.I.P. – 1939-May 2018

How to Draw a Better Bird Resist eloquence. Get mad. If your bird is the snowy Clark’s Grebe, if that’s your bird, the one out there sitting on its eggs in a floating nest – stunning bird, serene bird – if that’s all you see, then it’s no good. You might just as well take […]

Lorna Crozier – Her Mouth to the Lion’s Mouth – Next Week, Her Latest Poetry Collection Arrives

FALSE GODS These are the ones who show up at the party, grains of rapture bagged and tucked up their sleeves, heaven’s golden mead in flasks in their secret pockets. They’re everyone’s best nightmare. They sit in the front of the club, stuff the biggest notes in the G-strings of the strippers. At the gym […]

When Poetry Arrives – Neruda and Urrea

Poetry And it was at that age . . . poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were not words, not silence, but from a street it called me, […]

Ursula K. Le Guin (1929-2018) – Part Two of a Two Part Series

……something that I think poems do, is observe the world and make it new again. Kevin Young (Poetry Editor of the New Yorker) from The New Yorker Poetry Podcasts, July 27th, 2018. The Small Indian Pestle at the Applegate House Dense, heavy, fine-grained, dark basalt worn river-smooth all round, a cylinder with blunt round ends, […]