Published inNo Wrong WritesPretty in the darkAre we not all the same under the rain, near the good lilac, and when reading a poem by Peter Mason?Feb 14Feb 14
Published inNo Wrong WritesWhen war enters your homeThe everyday anguish of war, illness, and unfinished coffee in a poem by Ricks Carson.Feb 5Feb 5
Published inNo Wrong WritesThere is no poetry for thisWords from a hill above a pool under the rain.Feb 1Feb 1
Published inNo Wrong WritesThe repetition and the workCarolann Caviglia Madden and the enactment of work as art and art as work.Jan 31Jan 31
Published inNo Wrong WritesBorne for the duration of every poemIn “Good Night Brother,” Kimberly Burwick’s anarchic facility with words renders her lines elusive in their jolting beauty.Jan 26Jan 26
Published inNo Wrong WritesThe snow, the shadow, the nothingAnzhelina Polonskaya’s poetry and the wounded world’s winter of discontentJan 24Jan 24
Published inNo Wrong WritesDreaming of a dream deliveryMathias Svalina, and the most remarkable prose poem I’ve read since I don’t know when.Jan 22Jan 22
Published inNo Wrong WritesThe empress of modern poetryHow one staggeringly beautiful poem by Emily Blair righted my faith’s temporary wobble.Jan 19Jan 19
Published inNo Wrong WritesI almost called for an end to love poemsuntil I read “Ocean City, New Jersey”Jan 17Jan 17
Published inNo Wrong WritesSaved by a share of the darkThoughts on a marvelous poem by S.C. Flynn published in the poetry journal RattleJan 3Jan 3