From the Attic

The Used Bookstore

By Robert Boucheron

0 Comments 23 May 2013

1. The Name

Strictly speaking, the phrase “used bookstore” is false, clumsy, and ungrammatical. The books are used, not the store. But along with the pre-owned contents, consider the sorry condition of the real estate. A used bookstore never occupies a new space, designed and fitted up for the purpose. It was always something else, a place that used to be. Continue Reading

Inside the Nest

Hiding Places, Seeking Place

By Lea Graham

0 Comments 21 May 2013

When I first proposed a feature on place and poetry to Dan Cafaro, we were standing on Boylston Street in Boston in early March.  The snow had just ended and all of the writers at the Association of Writers and Writing Programs were still negotiating the slush and wet and crowds of other bar and reading-hopping writers, flushed with cold and beer and the tizzy that writing conferences always seem to stir. Continue Reading

From the Attic

The Reach of Place/ To Reach in Place/ Places Reaching

By Michael Anania

0 Comments 21 May 2013

“To make a start

out of particulars”

                                                        Williams, Paterson

“I come back to the geography of it.”
                                                        Olson, Maximus to Dogtown, Letter 27 Continue Reading

Poetry

Mandan

By Michael Anania

0 Comments 21 May 2013

This is my own wilderness

beginning with my fingertips,

cascade tree stubble to silt;

at my right hand, Fontenelle, Continue Reading

Poetry

Memorial Day

By Michael Anania

0 Comments 21 May 2013

It is easily forgotten year to

year, exactly where the plot is

though the place is entirely familiar—

the willow tree by the curving roadway Continue Reading

Poetry

Second Thoughts

By Michael Anania

0 Comments 21 May 2013

Desire is the fate of

place and its beginning,

the reach need gives

to fingertips and teeth, Continue Reading

Poetry

From No Soap

By Joseph Harrington

0 Comments 21 May 2013

I’ve been writing my mother’s life. I started at its end: “It is that death comes before life” (Ginsberg).[1] Then I started at the beginning and went forward; her trip “down river” in 1945 floated past Memphis, “my ol’ home town alma mammy” – a stage set for terrible feasts . . . Continue Reading

Poetry

NO_SOME

By Joseph Harrington

0 Comments 21 May 2013

SOME PLACE

A couple of years later, she “escaped” her small southern town for the Capital (and Capitol), then attained her lifelong dream, marriage and motherhood – as it happened, in Memphis, where I was born. Continue Reading

May’s Featured Poet: George Drew

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This month, enjoy four poems by the exceptionally talented George Drew, "a poet who, like his colorful background (born in Mississippi, raised both there and in New York State) resounds with an enviable range, energy, and lyrically narrative intensity."

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