A new poem by Jo-Ella Sarich.
“a soldier of an unknown army / fell here / to the bottom of the fog”
Adam Kirsch on Daniel Swift's The Bughouse: the Poetry, Politics and Madness of Ezra Pound.
“The day feels infinitely long. We’ve come here / for this.”
"in awe and reverence the awful thing: / they find the black box (Guántanamo red) / among gentians"
A new poem by Janet Sutherland.
"October on Earth / and distinctly autumnal"
"I hurd the storie & I tolde it back, / god-gifted, to spyce up the craic"
“More people love football / than love social justice / but that doesn’t mean football / isn’t brilliant.”
The announcement of Cohen’s death is a reminder of what real grief feels like.