Duende
1. The earth is dry and they live wanting. Each with a small reservoir Of furious music heavy in the throat. They drag it out and with nails in their feet Coax the night into being. Brief believing. A skirt shimmering […]
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The Nobodies
Los nadies: los hijos de nadie, los dueños de nada. Los nadies: los ningunos […]
Self-Portrait as the Letter Y
1. I waved a gun last night In a city like some ancient Los Angeles. It was dusk. There were two girls I wanted to make apologize, But the gun was uselessly heavy. They looked sideways at each other And tried to flatter me. I was angry. I wanted to cry. I wanted to […]
Tracy K. Smith Q&A with advice to young writers
Tracy K. Smith offers some advice to young writers.
Tracy K. Smith Q&A on the pleasure and the pain of writing
Tracy K. Smith, author of The Body’s Question, on the pleasure and the pain of writing
Tracy K. Smith Q&A on the genesis of The Nobodies
Tracy K. Smith, author of The Body’s Question, on the genesis of The Nobodies
Tracy K. Smith Q&A on becoming a poet
Tracy K. Smith, 2012 Pulitzer Prize-winner, talks about how she become a poet.
The Manassa Mauler
(July 4, 1919) The peach of Willard’s face split wide, ran sweet and sticky on Dempsey’s gloves. Canvas met the lumbering burden of his body seven times. By the end of the first, blood, sweat and saliva pooled at their feet, swirled like dashes of hot sauce in a bucket of egg whites, […]