On Being Alone Together

April 11, 2016

Contributor’s Marginalia: Michael Bazzett on “Faith” by Jacques Rancourt Sometimes I walk into the cool dark of a chapel and I can almost smell God. Or my memory of what it felt like to believe. Perhaps it’s the same thing. I don’t know. But I like to spend time in the asking, and this where Jacques Rancourt’s “Faith” took […]

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Intimate Solitariness

March 28, 2016

Contributor’s Marginalia: Shira Dentz on “Wild the Sea” and “Out of the Sea” by Aaron Krol While reading Aaron Krol’s poems in the Fall/Winter 2015 issue of 32 Poems, I felt Elizabeth Bishop’s influence in their concrete objective description/images, and perhaps too in their evocation of a sea landscape. I was with the poems as they unravelled—feeling their sensations. […]

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The Tune of It

March 21, 2016

Contributor’s Marginalia: Chrsitine Hemp responds to Hailey Leithauser’s “Short, Sweet” with words and music The Tune of It [Audio clip: view full post to listen] Short, Sweet slips down the sheet of white space like notes                           rising dropping then   sounds abound       repeat                trippingly seeingly upon the ear slant rhyme cambering the iamb          (lifting)          […]

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Everything is Good

March 7, 2016

Contributor’s Marginalia: James Arthur on “Stroll the Venice Canals” by Jessica Piazza “Stroll the Venice Canals” immediately caught my attention with its confident first line: “A simulacrum of a copy of a Saturday …” That dry double remove (“a simulacrum of a copy”) makes it clear that the poet has an analytical sensibility, but there’s also something luxurious, even […]

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Prose Feature: Keeping Place Whole: A Review of Jamaal May’s HUM (Alice James Books, 2013), by Kristin George Bagdanov

March 4, 2016

I have a friend who has a condition called tinnitus—a constant ringing in the ears. Everything he hears is tinged with hum, like the buzz of a refrigerator you just learn to live with. Sometimes I wonder which he fears more—that the humming will never stop, or how quiet his life would be without it. […]

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