Poets reframing, repurposing, revising, and revisioning fairy tales are producing some of the most inventive and dynamic poetry today.
Watching horror movies is a kind of mastery. Metaphors become literal, and real horror is supernatural.
Those are the languages that will consume you—all of you—as you do everything to make them yours.
My father’s car wash, Elizabeth Bishop’s “The Filling Station,” and the somebodies who care for us all.
Genre is definitionally malleable, in flux, molten, unfixed in time and space, and this creates chaos.
When my grandfather was losing his memory, my son was learning to talk. The world offered itself to my toddler in corners and syllables.
By the time Robert Lowell started writing most of the poems in Life Studies, he had been hospitalized five times, mostly for acute mania, and all since the completion of…
Woolf’s critique of media concentration, slyly embedded in Three Guineas (1938) is highly relevant today.