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New Mexico: Rift, Poetry, Refuge [by Joy Jacobson]
Sandhills, Bosque del Apache refuge; © Tony Giancola, www.giancola.com I peek out back for new snow fallen overnight. None today. Even a dusting somehow manages to quiet the anxious crowd that tends to gather…
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Joy Jacobson, Guest Author January 27-31
This week we welcome Joy Jacobson as our guest author. Joy is a poet, a health care journalist, and an editor. She’s the poet-in-residence at the Center for Health, Media & Policy at Hunter…
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“tight” [by Raven Jackson]
of course I feel like a childinviting him to stepcloser: this whiteman full of breasts:this bulge peekingthrough fingers–pockets of mouth. i throat himand he undressesmy scars. the doorway tall.hinged with veins of metaland the…
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“Why We Read: Canon to the Right of Me …” by Katha Pollitt
(Ed note: I first read this essay in 1991, when it appeared in The Nation. This essay is as relevant as ever and I'm grateful that Katha has given us permission to post it…
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HOW THE DARK GETS OUT by Michael Lally
How does the dark get out?Thelonious Monk said It’sAlways night or we wouldn’tNeed light. Saint John of TheCross wrote The Dark NightOf The Soul, which I alwaysUsed to justify my researchInto darkness with the…
