Perhaps it is the matter of going outwhich bothers me. That you or I
or someone we know will have to get up,wearing only the warmth of the memory
of our clothes, and find an airy socketin the car-fumed street. They say
it is possible, for those wh [...]
Editor's note: After VQR's Spring 2012 issue released, I received an e-mail response to Willard Spiegelman's essay, "Has Poetry Changed?" from former National Geographic photojournalist and published poet William Childress. I asked him [...]
There must be dozens of poems with the title “Story of My Life.”Maybe even hundreds. It’s a natural, a même—which is pronounced to rhyme with team, by the way, though I keep thinking it should be meme, as in the French word for “same.” I [...]
0 Comments