Silas Plum: Cardboard Primitives – Silas Plum

The question of value underpins everything. A decent meal. A romantic partner. Expressing vulnerability in an unfamiliar way. The right brand of rechargeable batteries. In every consideration, from the mundane to the profound, a risk/reward ratio is calculated. My work expresses and quantifies the subtle and insidious nature of constant calculation. By the conscious re-purposing…

Body Bereft of Fitton Farm

1. Under a gray sky, the sun came around a corner like a drunk with a knife, a slice of light on the ruins of our childhood: the houses, sheds, barns, and junkyards that were once our farm on County Road 1800 East, Rantoul Illinois 61866. I say it in my mind with the singsong…

Notes on the Uses of the New Lyric “You”

“It is helpful to change one’s habits to address a root cause” — S. Brook Corman1 Over the last few years, I have been noticing an increasing use of the pronoun “you” in lyric poems, when grammatically the pronoun of use should be “I.” When I first presented on this observation at the 2018 Gulf…

Lexington Avenue – Buku Sarkar

Lexington Avenue by Jeffrey Zeldman CC BY 2.0The span of Lexington Avenue between 25th and 29th streets is flanked on either side by Bangladeshi, Pakistani and Indian restaurants; by buffets of masala chicken and palak, floating in layers of oil. In between, there are Indian grocery shops specializing in everything from ground coriander to nutmeg,…

Three poems by Savannah Slone

furrow / credit: defurrow / credit: de collectibles / commotion open my old trunk, find my trinket ruins fish for vintage brushstrokes find that confession is a church is a cosmic captive here are my handfuls of stars this is an eruption these are my telescopes for eyes my dust drenched fingertips this is my…