Because he grew up as an “Other”—with the interstices of two disparate cultures—Campanioni is aware…

On the one hand, we have poetry as documentation. Sure, poetry, like artifacts in a museum, can…

Is it a story exploring the self, or is it an ironic, self-conscious construction of “I” gesturing…

“I would rather the poem’s score / My ear imprison, then enumerate / The wrongs of late…

Having peered into the heart of the volcano and seen the "fiery crack in the world," the poet…