(a poem for Wynne, Arkansas after C.L. Bledsoe) There are bank parking lots full of kids with Papaw’s […]
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Robert Gibbons (Salem, MA, 1946) is one of the great secrets of contemporary US poetry. Based in Portland, […]
“The boulevard Noir is inhuman.” – Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea I’ve been here before. Last time it was June. […]
For the King’s convenience, the temperature. Is lower. Today you can join the free. CONTINUE READING — OPENS […]
“It is no longer a question of a false representation of reality (ideology) but of concealing the fact […]
“That simple, pallid, spectacled head became for him at that moment a little island of warm human awareness […]
The Discovery of Juliet Apparently Lifeless sweat whipped frozen to her temple and laced her brow tho earlier […]
In what language do you dream? someone asked me the other day after a small presentation I’d been asked […]
England “It is not en on any map; true places never are.”― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick [CONTINUE READING — […]
The story told by Three Pathways to Get Anywhere (Except When There is a Dead End) begins on […]
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