I walked along the lakeside,
As a radiance of kingfishers moved,
A vast swarm, flowing through the air,
A concentration built for the rain,
But coloured in by...
Pangyrus presents another essay in our political column, The Sounding Board. What’s The Sounding Board? It’s politics writ large—and writ well. The makeup of...
when we learned of his body dashed onto a doorframe,
the yeast of a wound bedazzled by light.
eyelids, caved in between—small as a skylark
knife-peeled &...
Writers, especially those just starting out, should read omnivorously, insatiably, constantly, selfishly, and slowly. So slowly that the flow and rhythms of the prose...
