“I THINK I WOULD RATHER BE/ A PAINTER” The short essay “Poem and Prose-Poem: Ancient and Wild” needs no introduction.…
Letter from India: Worshipping the Stone Manasa I remember my father at 21, being hounded by the police for…
November: and just back from a trip home to Louisville, where I met my cousin B—, come to visit my…
Metaphor is a form of illness. Sometimes writers ought to clothe rather than bare their souls. If we don’t know…