The room says, Have a drink in a voice she can’t paint over or strip. She strips layers of her clothing with each drink, soaking in the cool remove of the room’s gaze. Her lover would turn up the fan until the blades lost themselves. She remembers the ballroom, open and sweltering, and women spinning […]
There is this illusion of you I hold in my hand. You have looked inside all the other books and this is the poem for you. Tell the others to avoid self-motivation. There is only one clear way out of this, and it involves quiet desperation of the mouth and gentle tricking of the sounds […]
Andrew Kozma talks about the formal structure of his poem “Too Steep to Climb.”
Andrew Kozma with some advice to young writers.