I minded you like I mind dark shapes darting peripheral after I leave a room.
the way it wants rain
and the rain wants a mouth
It appears like a word and then I pray.
Randall Potts on Geoffrey Nutter’s Giant Moth Perishes
“Who does stasis serve?”—an essay by Gabrielle Bates
Greg Bem on Chath pierSath’s On Earth Beneath Sky
“I’m reminded that sometimes the poem comes after I’ve written what I think I need to say, when the will gives up, when the imagination takes over, allowing me to see a bit beyond my very limited perspective.”—Blas Falconer
In which writers investigate the practice of failure.
“What’re they selling there?”
“What we already have.”
On translating Green Mountain by Chinese Poet Yang Jian