When I began Zion Offramp in the summer of 2015—at first without title, then under another title best forgotten—I knew little of where I was going, only that I wanted to attempt a poem of substantial ...

Walking Down First Avenue the Other Day, They Were Tearing Down That Place We Used to Hang Out All the Time When It Was New ...

the stone that would create sparks when struck against. how it would unravel, pan out. Still the margins carry the weight. How still are the margins against which we shuffle. I didn’t stop the seesaw ...

GABRIEL and MARCEL PIQUERAY were Belgian Surrealist writers. Twins born in Brussels in 1920, they always published under a joint signature. Beyond Gestures, a volume of selected writings translated by ...

Professionals aving scaled the wall, they leapt over the bristling shards of broken glass, hoping to land softly in the slop-pile left over from last year’s meager scrapings. As they fell endlessly, ...

The state of things here in London is, as I see it, as follows: I find Mr. Yeats the only poet worthy of serious study. Mr. Yeats’ work is already a recognized classic and is part of the required ...