As a metaphor, of course, clarity fails. This idea that the language of which poetry is made exists…

Mary Ruefle’s poetry has always preferred to be read at twilight, when what appears at first to be…

Reading shattered sonnets et al is like reading an anthology of love poems condensed, crushed,…

The unsuspecting reader is launched at once into the maelstrom of the codex containing a variety of…

AK: oh i adore how you read this through a musician’s ears / not only taste its rhythms grammar,…