A Little Book True to Its Title
February 7, 2023
Richard Sieburth— The title of this never-to-be-finished book, My Heart Laid Bare, was also drawn from one of Poeʼs “Marginalia,” in which the author of the “Tell-Tale Heart” had thrown… READ MORE
February 7, 2023
Richard Sieburth— The title of this never-to-be-finished book, My Heart Laid Bare, was also drawn from one of Poeʼs “Marginalia,” in which the author of the “Tell-Tale Heart” had thrown… READ MORE
January 23, 2023
Mindy Aloff— I first saw the “street dancer” known as Storyboard P in a solo called “Dream Chaser,” in 2013, at Harlem’s Apollo Theater, in a performance during the U.S…. READ MORE
September 13, 2022
In Force, celebrated author Henry Petroski delves into the ongoing physical interaction between people and things. Drawing from a variety of disciplines Petroski makes the case that force—represented especially by… READ MORE
December 14, 2021
Sophus Helle— “Gilgamesh is tremendous!” the poet Rainer Maria Rilke exclaimed in 1916. “I hold it to be the greatest thing a person can experience.” Many modern readers have shared… READ MORE
September 28, 2021
Desiree C. Bailey— I was once invited to write a poem based on photographs of self-presentation housed at the International Center for Photography. One photograph stood out to me perhaps… READ MORE
September 27, 2021
Michael Pifer— Sometime in the late thirteenth or early fourteenth century, a Sufi poet named Sultan Valad was trying his hardest to get out of delivering a public sermon. He… READ MORE
September 2, 2021
Sumana Roy— In How I Became a Tree, I was looking for people who had wanted to become or live like a tree. Since then, I’ve been trying to speculate in… READ MORE
August 16, 2021
Early this summer, we proudly released Duo Duo’s new collection of poems, Words as Grain. Lucas Klein, editor and translator of the career-spanning anthology, notes in his introduction that the… READ MORE
March 25, 2021
Spring officially arrived this past weekend, bringing with it the reminder that roughly one year has passed since the United States first entered lockdown. Maya C. Popa’s poem, “Spring,” recalls… READ MORE
November 23, 2020
Two thousand and eleven, when palm trees without numberRustled, shading tomatoes and cucumbersAll around Timbuktu,And mental trees, planted by the town council,Offered orchards to every studious sibylAnd to sleepers too!… READ MORE