When the Garden Burns
Thanks to Eclectica for carrying two of my poems, “Naming the Poisons” and “When the Garden Burns,” (Winter/Spring 2018). Both…
Thanks to Eclectica for carrying two of my poems, “Naming the Poisons” and “When the Garden Burns,” (Winter/Spring 2018). Both…
Since last summer, I’ve been reading Alphabet, a collection from the late Danish poet Inger Christensen, alongside Alexander Theroux’s The…
A dead fish, washed up on a beach, is unremarkable. A hundred are ominous. So with shopping carts and their…
A couple of days ago, I finished reading Joe Brainard’s I Remember. It’s been used as a model for kids…
Last month, I read Georges Perec’s I Remember, an unsorted list of personal recollections, each prefaced with the title phrase….
If you lose your parents in middle age, then by the time you sort their school papers, you’ve resolved most…
I’ve taken a break from Karl Ove Knausgaard’s massive novel-memoir My Struggle to read a very different kind of autobiography: Georges…
The other day, I picked up Robert Bly’s Point Reyes Poems, a chapbook first published in the mid-70s. Bly is…
From out of the blue, I get a message from Dan, a stranger living on the other side of the…
I’ve asked friends about Karl Ove Knausgaard’s 3,500-page novelesque autobiography My Struggle. Most have never heard of it. Most of…