Arundhathi Subramaniam – Mitti

As a child I ate mud. It tasted of grit and peat and wild churning and something I could never find a name for....

Arundhathi Subramaniam

Described as 'one of the finest poets writing in India today’ Arundhathi Subramaniam was born in Bombay (Mumbai) in 1967. She is the author...

Ellen Bass – Mammogram Callback with Ultrasound

So this is what I’m here for, to see inside the mute weight of my right breast, heavy handful of treasure I longed for as...

Ellen Bass – Black Coffee

I didn’t know that when my mother died, her grave would be dug in my body. And when I weaken, she is here, dressing...

Ellen Bass – The Small Country

Unique, I think, is the Scottish tartle, that hesitation when introducing someone whose name you’ve forgotten and what could capture cafuné, the Brazilian Portuguese way...

Ellen Bass – Indigo

As I’m walking on West Cliff Drive, a man runs toward me pushing one of those jogging strollers with shock absorbers so the baby...

Ellen Bass: the best of oneself must shine like stellar dust

I have not yet read the complete work of Ellen Bass but I find her one of the most interesting contemporary authors for the...

Barbara Ungar – PRIVILEGE (or, WHY WE CALL THE LAKE BDE...

I am swimming on this hot May day on a deserted beach in my white skin I learned to swim in Minneapolis lakes, one named after...

Tom Phillips – Poetry is the new rock’n’roll

None of us really wants it, do we? Poetry is the new rock’n’roll – the fame, the fortune, the snowdrifts of cocaine? The megastores stuffed with slim...

Tom Phillips

Tom Phillips was born in Buckinghamshire in 1964. He is a freelance writer and guest lecturer at various British and Balkan universities. He has...

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Rae Armantrout – With

It’s well that things should stir inconsequentially around me like this patina of shadow, flicker, whisper, so that I can be still. * I write things down to show others later or to show myself that I am...