It is 2005, just before landfall. Here I am, a labyrinth, and I am a mess. we must first be ice. Be nails. Be teeth. Be lightning. C.D. Wright has published 13 collections of poetry and prose. “Re: ...

none of us will be around to watch. It's not that we're not ugly. we're ugly. Look at your feet, now that your shoes are off. "I'm weary of the poet-prophets who proclaim what we already know: that we ...

It's all too easy to lose track of what's really important in life. I mean, hell, we're all so preoccupied with getting by day to day, it's not hard to forget about what matters the most. Happiness — ...

From my grandmother's scrapbook, I send the enclosed poem. In the present times, I think we all need some happy thoughts to carry with us. My hope is that this poem, from a newspaper clipping (from ...

“Jack of all trades” is a bit of a cliche, but in the case of Michael Favala Goldman, it might be a fitting handle — or perhaps it could be modified to “Jack of many trades.” Goldman, of Florence, is ...