There’s that famous statement: ‘poetry doesn’t do anything.’ Or something like that (‘poetry makes nothing happen’—Auden). Well, there was a stage in my life where nothing seemed to do anything. Which made everything poetry. Which made poetry everything.
Review by Kristin Berkey-Abbott A RANDOM CENSUS OF SOULS by Samuel Western Daniel & Daniel Publishers P.O. Box 2790 McKinleyville,
Cheek pressed against the cordless phone, I picture my mother in her Savannah kitchen, leaning both elbows on the glass
We live in the same building, A six-story apartment house in Queens. She’s just three doors down, has been there
Review by Sarah Wetzel-Fishman THE VEILED SUITE, THE COLLECTED POEMS by Agha Shahid Ali W.W. Norton & Co. 500 Fifth
Son of the rodeo circuit, He clung from kick to kick Till demon Coors reduced him From trick rider to