James Wright’s Horses
by W. E. Butts There are certain words that transport us out of those small spaces we sometimes live in: prognosis, cancer, treatment, memory
Learning Williams
W. E. Butts Learning Williams for Kevin Cahill What did I really learn that quiet afternoon in a classroom of students, heads on their desks, or
Five Picture Postcards
by S Stephanie Five Picture Postcards for W.E.B. — after Radnóti I August 1944 In the flint colored mountains of Bulgaria two weeks before your
Disagreeable Things
by John Blair Too much furniture, too many pens. Too many monks cribbing nickels, and sleeping in parks. Kenko in his idleness squats in the
Ars Poetica
by Howard Winn To the right of me loom neo-formalists, rigor in their cheeks, cash behind their checks, anthologies in their bank accounts,
The Anxiety of Influence
by John F. Buckley Nobody’s parents have loved him enough, and everyone’s mommy has struggled with cancer, and anyone’s daddy’s addicted to