Photo by Naila Moreira
February 27th, 2013 | 9:00am

Beyond the bridge of Highway 91, beyond the levee and the last line of houses at the outskirts of town, civilization goes to rural scenes. First you pass a patch of low trees; then a small paddock and barn where two horses live; and then you come to the cornfields — wide, flat, golden and stubbly by the riparian woodland of the Connecticut River. I’ve always wanted to come to these fields to see the stars, but the landscape is lonely, and I would be afraid to come alone at night.

Photo by Anne Welch
February 26th, 2013 | 9:00am

Sampling Thoreau

Part 2:  Where I Live and What I live For

Inspired by rereading Thoreau’s Walden for the first time in 30 years, I am writing a series of essays—an attempt to sample Thoreau, and swing the rhythm. I want to honor the young idealist with echoes of his aphoristic style and, at the same time, challenge his lofty ideals with the experience of an older woman.  Click here to read Part 1.

 

reviewed by Patrick Meighan
February 25th, 2013 | 9:00am

In the long prose poem “Aunt Anna” at the heart of Collected Body, the speaker muses, “so evasive is Aunt Anna’s body, it is impossible to hold a thought of it longer than an instant.”  Throughout Valzhyna Mort’s first book of poems written in English, rather than translated by the poet and others from Belarusia as in earlier work, the reader finds that sense of commitment to recapture history, and thus the speaker’s own life.

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user ketrin 1407
February 22nd, 2013 | 9:00am
It's our pleasure to offer our readers new poems by four poets whose work will be appearing in an upcoming issue of our print journal.

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user ketrin 1407
Paula Bohnince, "Objects of Beauty"
Robin Chapman, "Blue Hypertext Poem"
Peter Filkins, "The Hours"
David Livewell, "Hanging Sneaks"
 
Photo by Flickr Creative Commons User underdutchskies
February 20th, 2013 | 11:18am


Photo by Flickr Creative Commons User underdutchskies

excerpt from the ongoing Failures Diary

 

i go to pick up my kid

at his crèche

that’s a fancy european word

for daycare