In Memoriam: Seamus Heaney, August 30, 2013
By “Bard” Eucewelis
He disappeared in summer’s teeming life:
the streams were shallow and the airports full;
the mercury rose in the giving day;
while pigeons shat upon … Continue reading→
By Victor D. Infante
When Maya Angelou died Wednesday, I told a story to my co-workers that I don’t think I’ve ever told before: That in my early teens, I read my way through the Laguna Beach Public Library’s poetry … Continue reading→
By Victor D. Infante
Just the other day, in a bar in New York City, I sat across from an academic poet and we talked about the common threads between slam and flarf – two sometimes redheaded stepchildren of contemporary … Continue reading→
By Lauren Gordon
I used to write really bad poetry. Really, really bad poetry. Poems about Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill wine. Poems about being lonely, misanthropic, angsty — basically poems that sounded like the lyrics to a Linkin Park song. … Continue reading→
By Victor D. Infante
When I was a teenager living in England, I became obsessed with Ireland, the land of my mother’s ancestors … a place that seemed so close and yet, for a poor college student, as out of … Continue reading→