… Reverberating on my eardrum’s skin you come in like a finger on a guitar string. Sound sends me quivering. Some places hands can’t go. You touch the soul. But I’m not saying hands can’t talk or what is meant … Continue reading

… Reverberating on my eardrum’s skin you come in like a finger on a guitar string. Sound sends me quivering. Some places hands can’t go. You touch the soul. But I’m not saying hands can’t talk or what is meant … Continue reading
… I was in Philadelphia and crossed the bridge to Camden. “I’m satisfied,” I said. “There’s grass growing here and I no longer care what anyone might think of me or what the future holds or when and if comes … Continue reading
… I think that I’m a candle whose flame stays round the wick whether set in one place or carried never wavering an inch from where I’ve always been. I hold out my hand like you did. When I’m happy … Continue reading
… If you are new to Todd Colby’s poetry, you’ll enjoy it because it is full of sounds and images that are unexpected, funny sexy surprises that can penetrate all the five senses. Todd is a musician, poet, and artist, … Continue reading
… Ron Erickson is a favorite artist of mine. I’ve enjoyed his work from the first time I set eyes on it. Last year, I was away and missed his show at Farleigh Dickinson University. He has been nice enough … Continue reading
… I like to read Lewis Warsh and I like to listen to him read. He pronounces his words well because he knows what they mean. In the spirit of listening, here is what I captured of him reading at … Continue reading
… I’ve been working on a project recording poets reading poems or getting poets to send me videos of themselves reading poems that are in Readings In Contemporary Poetry, DIA Art Foundation, a recent anthology edited and beautifully put together … Continue reading