719 The old man reaches out his hand and the young man reaches out his hand but they’re not quite close enough to touch. We come upon the u...

WAKE              he’s a hypnic jerk, he’s a hypnic jerk, in my ear he’s a hypnic jerk and he got blue knees, yeah he got blue knees—he’s ...

September 21: Poem For Omaha There’s just enough mist for the lamp posts to masquerade as tent poles tonight; instead of spilling down, they...

[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 ...