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the world to tempt the thief inside a glass ball. To tell the truth. (That Thanksgiving I made a soup from instant potatoes. I think I had. Instant heaven. Rooms grave and grainy. I tried hard....

Chris Marker’s Le fond de l’air est rouge eulogizes and elegizes the end of the 1960s and ventures into the early seventies. A play on the stock phrase le fond...

What's that bright spot on Ceres? Dear Divya, So there you are in Singapore, and here I am in Colorado Springs, both of which are sort of conflicted homeworlds for both...

For the uberx driver who thought it a coincidence that my name was Yolanda like the Yolanda Adams he was listening to on the radio at the exact moment my...

[A version of this talk was given at AWP in Minneapolis on April 10th, 2015 as part of the Neglected American Masters panel with James Allen Hall, Yona Harvey, and...

The day before his wedding, my father took us to the Killing Fields. My sister and I, our stepsister and stepbrothers, their mother and our father, I say, though I...

Featuring Wo Chan, Sonia Guiñansaca, Janine Joseph and Javier Zamora-- poets refusing to be silenced.  Homepage image courtesy of Julio Salgado: http://juliosalgado83.tumblr.com    Wo Chan is a Kundiman Fellow, Lambda Literary Fellow, Poets...

Hey Paul, Your book The Louder The Room The Darker The Screen (Timeless, Infinite Light) is my book of the year thus far, I want to ask you about the marker...

… language as it is embodied, perpetually being created. Composition takes place in the liminal moment of history-in-the-making, at the ‘rim of occurrence’ (Leslie Scalapino). We compose ourselves, our locus,...

I would call myself an inventor of machines that are meant to entertain (or inspire) feelings (or thoughts) that help to digest this Central European civilization wading in junk.   ...