An Interview with Poet Tina Mozelle Braziel
We talk about her book, Known by Salt, over at The Drunken Odyssey. (Photo courtesy of Bang Images.) Continue reading An Interview with Poet Tina Mozelle Braziel
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Little Billboards #86
News was serious.He read the Ladies and Gentlemen bulletin.The mask was warm, luminous. Continue reading Little Billboards #86
My Earliest Poetry Experiences + An Exercise + A Poem
Shel Silverstein wrote the first poems I remember reading and they were frequently silly, but it was a silliness that kept me reading all of his work, some of which, is not so silly. Between Silverstein and MAD Magazine, I cane to enjoy language that had a sense of humor, even if it came with … Continue reading My Earliest Poetry Experiences + An Exercise + A Poem
Little Billboards #88
No surprise being uneasyto approach self-approval,the young man thread a soul. Continue reading Little Billboards #88
Little Billboards #41
writing to findthe rules not to beto be Continue reading Little Billboards #41
Good night. The day seems to be breaking. The sky is green.–Friday Love Letters
With my current job I travel more than I ever have. One way I stave off homesickness is by reading books my wife has given me (and rereading poems we’ve written for each other). The one I keep picking up for now is Letters to Véra, Vladimir Nabokov’s letters to Véra Slonim from their first … Continue reading Good night. The day seems to be breaking. The sky is green.–Friday Love Letters
From the Eunoia Archives: The Terror Test: Test Prep #6
Originally written for The Terror Test episode grading The Fireman, Baskin, and Southbound. Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas! or Repetition In Heaven and Hell “I think this story is about Hell. A version where you are condemned to do the same thing over and over again. Existentialism, baby, what a concept: paging Albert Camus. There’s an idea … Continue reading From the Eunoia Archives: The Terror Test: Test Prep #6
Little Billboards #4
My thoughts burn with snow–the hazards of Alabamasummer haiku. Continue reading Little Billboards #4
Little Billboards #9
Her hand cups the rain,while my ears cup her laughter.Then–daylight thunder. Continue reading Little Billboards #9
Stephen McClurg 