[Everyone in Goya’s black paintings...] Everyone in Goya’s black paintings was mad. It’s true; they grazed in fields like cows, slept at ni...

[Everyone in Goya’s black paintings...] Everyone in Goya’s black paintings was mad. It’s true; they grazed in fields like cows, slept a...

POEM And if I sing of snow, it won’t be poisoned, falling on gravestones and in rivers. And if I mention grandfathers, they won’t drool from...

Absence is such a Transparent House by Aby Kaupang (Tebot Bach, 2011)   reviewed by Andrew David King Of all the challenges Aby Kaupang’s ...

Every Green Word by Mark Jackley (Finishing Line Press, 2012)   reviewed by Christopher Lee Miles Mark Jackley’s concise, free-verse poems k...

But a Storm is Blowing from Paradise  by Lillian-Yvonne Bertram (Red Hen Press, 2012)   reviewed by Katherine Hollander “We will learn / mor...

New and Selected Poems 1957-2011  by Robert Sward  (Red Hen Press, 2011)   reviewed by Iris Jamahl Dunkle Robert Sward begins his New and Se...