Chad Davidson

You are about to read scads of poems, many dealing with stardom, a few with dead birds (not to mention the scoffers who off them), and one with a horrifying vision of the apocalypse. But before you begin, I want you to know, at this moment, w [...]

Martians, for instance, in their metal Frisbee might appear from these immaculate chrome borders themselves spit-shined like Art Deco mirrors. Pyramus and Thisbe for the increasingly illiterate, packed in shotgun houses like shelves, 1959 and '60 ca [...]