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If the pressing question was, what is the meaning of my reading in the world, the more general, more immediate inquiry can be: how is reading—the notion I have belabored,...

Revision is a form of futurity; it believes that a more particular language will emerge.  In my formative undergraduate studies, it was instilled in me that a poem cannot be good...

Before I saw Turning Red, I heard about it. More accurately, I read about it, or I read about the movie refracted through another review which finished by definitively declaring...

If it resists me, I know it’s real ~Frank Bidart A few years ago, I made a crucial change in my manuscript, the kind that returns one’s entire body of work to...

I had this terrible need to explain.  I wrote the first post not to explain myself. I wrote it as the drive away from, the drive referring back to, the terrible...

I am 21 years old and I have never published a poem. More importantly, I am 21 years old and I do not have a driver’s license, and my best...

Impatience does not stir the curtains, a bed is neither irritable nor rapacious. Whatever disquiet we sense in a room we have brought there.                  ...

Earlier this month, I virtually attended Solmaz Sharif’s book launch for Customs, a brief (Zoom) window into a brilliant poet’s work and thinking. Sharif alternated between reading poems and discussing...

I’ve been thinking on a reader manifesto, rules to be, numbered shorthands to come, no time soon, I’m in the thick. I’ve been reading The Undercommons (PDF) by Fred Moten &...

I start reading poetry books at their end, which is also what is before the book, proceed and precede blurred. By this I mean that as always, poetry fucks with...