“Next,” the cashier says. I step up, tissues, Coffee, ask for Marlboro Lights. “Shit,” The guy behind me says, “I was here first.” He wasn’t. I watched him saunter in, cool, Decked out in colors I’ve barely dreamed of. “Yo, dawg,” he says, “I take two blunts and twenty Scratch offs,” and pushes me aside, […]
A cool June night in the hammock, I spill some wine down your shirt, you bite my neck, and as we fumble onto our backs grabbing and twitching, a flicker above us, another, then another, but it’s not just that God-blown glass called Cassiopeia, her swaying W on Milky Way’s fringe; no, it’s a school […]
Alexander Long talks about determining the form a poem will take.
Alexander Long talks about lines of poetry he wishes he’d written, by W.H. Auden, Gerald Stern, and Larry Levis.