Against humankind at our most blind, pursuing perfect control of our bodies, sacrificing flesh to the fire of free will. You fail to understand the race. No obstacle can defeat the human spirit. That is what sports fans are: humans in a race whose spirits still contend.
Well, part self-promotion and part shout-out to a worthy online literary journal. I recently retired from writing poetry, but I still have things in submission and will likely continue trying to find homes for the things I have already written. I’m pleased to direct everyone to Poetry Pacific, where three of the poems from my latest […]
Untitled Send a god symbol through our daisy-chained heads— fix the fireflies in our throats, drown receivers for impending dreams, stammering the dulcimer, name me kin, gentle conquest of meat, torrents of mania, polite chained cameos, unchained epochs of light roused over and over, come the shadows between the hours, falling on the same backseats […]
I wrote my first poem when I was a senior at Ledford High School in Wallburg, NC. It was called “Octoberfaust,” and while it wasn’t a terribly good poem, it wasn’t bad for a 17 year-old having his first crack at something brand new. My English teacher, a guy named Jim Booth, whom S&R readers […]
March 21 is the UN’s World Poetry Day, and we here at S&R invite our readers to celebrate the event along with us. Hit the comment thread and offer up a bit of verse – something you admire, something you wrote, whatever. I’ll go first, and I’ll do a bit of both. In my latest […]
The truth is that I have never really cared for most of the American poetry canon. Yes, there are exceptions. If you count TS Eliot as an American (and since he was born in St. Louis, you kind of have to), then he was my favorite (although, since he abandoned the US and went to […]
Chardonnay – Gravity: Summer Solstice, 1992 Go tell it to the sea, how he should let go his moonstruck, his shameless high tides – climbing each day, each night kissing at her cloudless indifference. Perhaps he’d answer that it’s all cyclical – hope driving him up the beach and the brooding low tides. Even so, […]
First, I hope you checked out today’s outstanding S&R LitJournal offering from Changming Yuan. If not, you really oughta. Second, in addition to being a talented writer, Changming also edits Poetry Pacific in Vancouver. Give it a look. In particular, I really liked the set from Laurence Overmire – very vivid and immediate, I thought. Finally, […]
Wait – what? The world didn’t end? Son of a bitch. Didn’t see that coming. Okay. Rebooting. So, some time back I wrote a poem about the end of the world. All things considered, today seems like a good day to post it. Enjoy. To Be Continued (Ars Poetica) I expected more from the end of […]
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. While I’ve never conducted formal research on the question, it has always seemed to me that America’s favorite poem is Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.” (AmericanPoems.com says it’s number three, and frankly, I’d […]
by Michael Walter Dead-tree publishing has been in a quiet, lumbering crisis for many years now. Publishers are understandably confused over their role in a world that exchanges information freely and is stocked with e-book readers and high-tech print-on-demand services provided by some of the largest book sellers in the world. Writers are beginning to […]
The Summer 2012 issue of Amethyst Arsenic, a great online poetry and art journal, is now available, featuring poetry from Cassandra de Alba, Mary Kovaleski Byrnes, James Caroline, Meaghan Ford, Hannah Galvin, Casey Rocheteau, Rene Schwiesow, Steve Subrizi and many more. Plus, art from Pauline Lim, Ivan de Monbrison and Jessica Pinsky. Also, yes, I […]
My parents split when I was three years old and I was sent to live with my paternal grandparents. My father was around – he lived a couple blocks away as I was growing up – but I didn’t see him much. In essence, my grandfather, Samuel Linville Smith, was my father. I will ever […]
As I Facebooked last night: After more than three years of writing, editing, revising, and of course enduring the emotional agony that engenders so many of my best ideas, I have finally arrived at what I’m choosing to call a 1.0 version of my new book, tentatively entitled The Butterfly Machine. Now, like any business-savvy […]
Is Romney truly a vampire politician or merely another robot-puppet doing rightwing billionaire bidding? Inquiring minds want to know as we prefer humanized robots to fiendish ghouls — and we wrote two verse satires to support this prudent perspective.
So, it appears campaign season is under way in earnest. Mr. Obama officially kicked off the festivities in Virginia and Ohio yesterday, and we saw our first Mitt-scorcher on Denver TV a couple days ago. I’ve been thinking about the Obama administration’s performance to date for a few months, and perhaps now is as good […]