“Erasure poetics . . . can continue to create that wedge, that finger-hole into seeing a typographic absence as a silhouette of a person or entity that once was.”
All of which is no matter. No physical. That’s just the way he played.
In conversation with Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
“That language, rescued from the machinery of war, can offer the consolation of being looked upon in relation . . . to whom you are beloved.”
Lena Khalaf Tuffaha on Solmaz Sharif
Certainly life / burned inside him.
I speak down in the long blood
Katy Didden on the “Great Distance” Poems of Marianne Moore, Percy Bysshe Shelley, and Layli Long Soldier
Say how it is, to be named?
I could always hold the longest underwater
by Zach Savich | Contributing Writer