Monthly Archives: March 2015

SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: ELIZABETH LANGEMAK

By Elizabeth Langemak: A PHOTOGRAPH OF HER SHOWERING              As passionless, burned-out, dusty shells, we dislike love poems . . . As [one of our              editors] says, why not “text me a photograph of her showering”? I am enclosing, as text, … Continue reading

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David Caplan: A Micro-Interview and Three Poems

David Caplan is the Charles M. Weis Chair in English at Ohio Wesleyan University and the author of four books of poetry criticism and poetry, most recently, Rhyme’s Challenge: Hip Hop, Poetry, and Contemporary Rhyming Culture (Oxford University  Press, 2014) … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: RICHARD D’ABATE

By Richard D’Abate: THE SADNESS OF YOUNG MOTHERS Because we’re at the beach today our sadness knows itself, Between the sinking sand and slowly measured falling waves. Not long ago time was arrow-tipped and ravenous. It found its mark before … Continue reading

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What Happens When a Famous Rapper Falls in Love with Your Quote

What Happens When a Famous Rapper Falls in Love with Your Quote By Mik Everett Last Monday, I woke up to something weirder than I could possibly imagine. I woke up to find that Drake had posted a quote by … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: ELANA BELL

By Elana Bell: ELEGY FOR A MOTHER, STILL LIVING          The Lord gives everything and charges by taking it back. —Jack Gilbert I was formed inside the body of a woman who wanted me as she wanted her own life, allowed … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: STACEY ZISOOK ROBINSON

By Stacey Zisook Robinson: THE BOOK OF ESTHER That blush on my cheek? It’s paint, And I have glittered my eyes And robed myself in the finery of silk and gossamer, lapis and gold– And whored myself for your salvation. … Continue reading

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