Many thanks to Skip Fox for seeing us through July. The driver/editor for the month of August is Ken Wolman. Welcome Ken. Drive carefully...

Tom Clark  is associated with a mercifully unnamed grouping of poets several years older than myself who shook open the poetry scene of the ...

"'O love, / where are you / leading / me now?'" Creeley asks at the conclusion of "Kore" (written in late Oct. 1...

 "There are deaths at 20 and burials at 80," Ed Dorn wrote, presuming that we are wired for living, that the shelf life of curiosi...

The echo of Elizabethan poetry and song in the poetry of Robert Creeley has been noted by the likes of Tom Gunn, Tom Clark, and Wallen Tallm...

The "springtime virulence" of Marcel's memory circling Proust's stupidly devious M. Vineuil, his presumptively fragile (th...

Happy Birthday As the poet said, "It's easy to be a Romantic if you don't have to mind the evidence." But what if the e...

Wordsworth's cloud wanders without wondering into Steve Tills' poem as well, but the closest thing to flowers is the bum's rush ...

Bernadette Mayer, I believe, once called clouds "the absolute structure of desire." And old crone one minute, a basket of camels t...