The Spine of the Snowman On the moon, an old caretaker in faded clothes is holed up in his pressurized cabin. The fireplace is crackling, casting sparks onto the instrument panel. His eyes are flickering over the earth, looking for Illinois, looking for his hometown, Gnarled Heritage, until his sight is caught in its chimneys… Continue reading David Berman
You’ll never be mentally sober. — Frank O’Hara, from “On Rachmaninoff’s Birthday,” Lunch Poems. (City Lights Publishers; 1st edition, January 1, 2001) Originally published 1964.
So frequently I speak of longing, a language weighted with impossibility, but right now I say: remember this moment— how we mouth hunger, remember the way we map ourselves anew. — Casandra López, from “Continent of Desire,” Brother Bullet (University of Arizona Press, 2019)