Recent Entries:

  • June 22nd, 2007

    Tom Sleigh's sixth book, Space Walk, crackles with intelligence and strangeness -- a voice so distracted by what it sees and contemplates that it speaks with both the directness of the keen observer and the oddness of someone just regaining his own balance from the sight of things.

  • June 14th, 2007

    Floyd Skloot has been writing and publishing poetry for thirty years, long enough to have become an intriguing example of how a poet comes into his own.

  • June 11th, 2007

    Robin Becker. Domain of Perfect Affection. University of Pittsburgh Press.

  • June 11th, 2007

    I attended the reunion,
    talk brisk but diluted by time.
    A colleague raised his glass
    to praise me, His legacy here is legendary.
    Not one of us knows what I was like.

    News of former colleagues, vanished friends --
    this one was commended, that one was broken
    by onerous obligations, and she is dissatisfied
    but no longer ill.

    Looking down six stories, I saw a woman

  • June 11th, 2007

    Under the Pergola

    An Adirondack chair, painted in a primary color,
    in one corner, under the pergola, the blooming vine
    appealing above – people an abundance
    of themselves, prodigal in sunglasses, in the shade.

    Will I speak to him, and if so, do I call him
    “Mr. Secretary”? He groans into his chair,
    opens the Times, reads, then glances at me,

  • April 5th, 2007

    Wallace Stevens traveled to Florida as a businessman for the first time in 1922, and took two-to-three-week winter trips there for the next twenty years, leaving the wife at home.