Jean Valentine is the author of nine books of poetry, including Door in the Mountain, New & Collected Poems (Wesleyan, 2004). She has been...
The father was a carrier He had five buckets How did he carry it all in those five buckets? And the men on the ship. They were all...
The sandy road, the bright green two-inch lizard little light on the road the pen that writes by itself the mist that blows by,...
A weed green with a black shadow village under it and then browngray dirt then a browngray stick stuck on a stone which has...
after Helene Aylon I saw my soul become flesh breaking open the linseed oil breaking over the paper running down...
Lately, the word extinction floats around in my interior conversations, spurred most obviously by environmental destruction, endless...
Donald Revell * Partridge Boswell * Ralph Sneeden * Mark Irwin * Brian Henry * Victoria Chang * Chard deNiord * Jean Valentine * Jay Hopler...
Forrest Gander * Heather McHugh * Maura Stanton * Eavan Boland * Natania Rosenfeld * Linh Dinh * Harry Clifton * Jean Valentine * Thomas...
In the Studio This is a photos of my writing studio off a trail at Point Reyes National Seashore, California. When the weather's good...
When Kara Thrace first appeared on the screen and it became clear to the audience of the new Battlestar Galactica that Starbuck was a woman...
You can’t eat your cake and have it, too, says my boyfriend and Ted Kaczynski, turning cliches into bombs. My boyfriend who is not the...
Michael McClure * Martha Ronk * Charles Dickens * Minnie Bruce Pratt * James McConkey * Jean Follain * Derek Walcott * Lucia Perillo *...
Ralph Angel * Adrienne RIch * Liam Rector * Marin Sorescu * Linh Dinh * Henri Cole * Hayden Carruth * Eileen Myles * Anne Marie Macari *...
Jean Sénac * Justin Vicari * Stanley Kunitz * Genine Lentine * Aaron Fagan * Maxine Scates * A.R. Ammons * David Lehman * Nance Van Winckel...
Saul Hernandez * Bob Hicok * Dante Di Stefano * Max Lasky * Cynthia Cruz * Marion Wrenn * A.A. Agnon * Katie Jean Shinkle * Malcolm Farley...
Denise Levertov has published more than twenty volumes of poetry, including Freeing the Dust (1975), which won the Lenore Marshall Poetry...
He forced their mother, many years ago, to submit to the honeymoon conditions. She had to climb mountains in the daytime, he held her...
I'm sitting in a room with K-9 dogs. One more ugly person in the world. A mother has claimed she's not my queen. The lobe of an...
—after St. Joe Louis Surrounded By Snakes (1982), Jean-Michel Basquiat In the purplish clutch between evening & more evening,...
In the Rainbow Grille. (a dark, white bar with a country box) a rock salt-and-pepper corn bearded tri-colored Blood in worm...
Philippa woke one morning in early April to discover that her face had collapsed. Overnight! Her long-celebrated cameo face! Her classic...
That the moon causes tides seems too witchy to be science. The sea purging sheet iron, jeans, a jewel-eyed alabaster goat. Is...
all their blood. I want to lick their smooth arches. My lover says he could do it if he wanted to, It's all about weight...
The End of Fair Weather I place a bundle of white feathers in a drawer. I gather cloud slips to give to a lover. This is...
One If the stanza’s a room then in the doorway I spoke soft with baby like a poet early mornings as if the baby swirled...
We stumbled through the strafing night to any harbor we thought safe and we found one on some corner in the West Village called Marie’s...
Snoop Dogg is born, Julian Assange is born. Already it is coming, already the new century—though we have hardly begun to imagine the...
Where we swam alone under the skiff, its green shadow knife-shaped far overhead, ribbons of seaweed, the soundless engine,...
The one trick I’ve always fallen back on is to make a man think he’s the one rejecting me But it was so quiet in your room even if...
I love you early in the morning and it’s difficult to love you. I love the January sky and knowing it will change although unlike...
For the past ten months, I have lived in San Francisco. I work in Silicon Valley. Capitalism swirls around me: Long work weeks, robotic men...
“And at times, didn’t the whole country try to break his skin?” —Tim Seibles You strike...
Pretty baby, you look so heavenly… —Blondie...
For years, I have tried to reconcile my belief in poetry with what I think of poets as people. It wasn’t always this way. Like many...
“It’s my duty as a poet to push my language and consciousness as far into the ‘forbidden’ as possible,” declares Wayne Koestenbaum in the...
