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WHEN THE WORDS STOP (by Lawrence J. Epstein)
Sometimes when I doubt my mental acuity or the worthiness of a paragraph slowly taking shape on my computer screen, I think about writers who have stopped writing. A writer’s creative desert is much…
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Save the Date: September 24, 2015 – The Best American Poetry 2015 Launch Reading
Thursday, September 24, 2015 at 7:00 pm to 9:00 pm The Auditorium at 66 West 12th Street, Alvin Johnson/J.M. Kaplan Hall66 West 12th Street, New York, NY 10011 …
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Ducks Duck [by Don Freas]
I saw a young eagle diving at the water out in Budd Inlet. I couldn’t make out anything on the surface that he might be diving for, so I figured he was fishing. After…
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Tales of the Nineties: Down and Out and Up in Paris [by Alan Ziegler]
1995: On the day before turning 47, I am weak from a bout with knockwursts, but Erin and I stick to our plan to leave Freiburg so we can spend my birthday in Paris. Knowing…
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Monday Comic by Nin Andrews
I had to laugh out loud when I was reading State of the Art by David Lehman, and I came across this quote from Nicholoson Baker's The Anthologist.
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Hand Dance [by Don Freas]
It’s blueberry season, two weeks early this year. I’m on an orchard ladder, with a small red bucket hung from my belt, near the top of one of the old, eight foot tall blueberry…
