The Compass Rose

Under the gently undulant, once-fertile prairie of the Great Plains States, covering a vast and swirling matrix, everywhere bearing the trac...

   What is a pause before the cause ceases to be a river.  It is    never the muscle of ARM & HA...

   This unencrypted blog message is to recommend a product that has been on the market--essentially unchanged--for over a century in America...

  Reading over Barrett Watten's Lecture text "The Expanded Object of the Poetic Field, Or, What is a Poet/Critic?" along with ...

If one could live, say, 200 years, would that be sufficient enough time to read all the books, see all the movies, hear all the music--in o...

Here are three of my favorite poems, all on a single theme, by Mark Strand [1934- ], Daniel Halpern [1945- ] and Donald Justice [1925-2004]....

    Writing about the Beats last January 9th, I got to thinking again about Ron Loewinsohn, whom I stubbornly relegated to non- Beat statu...