Claudia Emerson’s “Impossible Bottle”

Impossible Bottle, Claudia Emerson LSU Press, 2015. 978-0-807-16083-1 WORLD AS BEGINNING In the summer of 2014, Claudia Emerson was on faculty at the Sewanee Writers’ Conference. I attended that year, having just received my MFA, ecstatic and honored that I would be taking part in her poetry workshop. Our group met twice weekly, and if… More

Jay Nebel

Jay Nebel discusses his art, his influences, and his new collection “Neighbors” in an interview with Tarn Painter-MacArthur for Fogged Clarity. More

No Ode

Matthew Cooperman I. The infinite caste and the soluble membrane, the papers of a wasp. “Earth has nothing I desire besides you…” Not a hand nor a bird nor a bicycle, never the one for delay… Systole: remembering the days of his youth it was ba-boom, not happening. As in square, ba-boom, the box. Not… More

Postlude

Matthew Cooperman Aftermath, if we can call it that, the meaning of the blues all persons’ loves of life discerning the subject and the subject Patois, Patria, whatever— I like to worry my desire how it is pointed unpleasantly at you, an untrained voice with a country Heroes return as food, apocalypse, cars, comics, remix,… More

Build, Now, a Monument

Matthew Olzmann No longer satisfied by the way time slips through his life’s work, the maker of hourglasses yearns for a change. He elects to construct a staircase instead. Rather than grains of sand, he’ll manufacture one stair after another to lament every transient second. Look at it now! It rockets upward, almost vertical, beginning… More

Son & Heir

Michael Tyrell The heirs will not consent—from an 1853 English telegraphing guide, called The Traveler’s Vade Mecum; or Instantaneous Letter Writer. The day I stop wishing for his money—cut myself From his unwritten will—rub out the rainy-day faces From the piggybank riches that can only be mine— Then I’ll be alone with my body—my disinherited… More

Anemones

Catherine Champion I wanted a window looking out over tall ryegrasses, a wind bending them toward me, but there were only more houses, more lawns littered with failing gardens and stray sprigs of anemone. He was the white violets’ insisting bloom, taking on the blush of morning in the June-swelled air of that little room,… More

Albany Journal – 8/17/12

As we sit here in the present, either in our own homes or rented apartments, among relatives and roommates, with cars and SUVs, or at least a few cigarettes to smoke, it is sometimes a unique difficulty when we find nothing to be grateful for in this life.  It seems that in the high schools… More

Albany Journal – 8/9/12

There was a feeling in the air when it happened.  I sensed that everything was going downhill, as many items in my humble apartment here in Albany were either falling apart or broken.  For the last few days I had worn a pair of swim trunks and a tee-shirt for clothing.  It wasn’t until my… More

Albany Journal – 8/5/12

We all fall sick from time to time, and without a doubt there is a certain troubling but soothing spirituality about falling sick – both physically and mentally.  The hope for the one who is sick is to leave sickness behind for once, however, there can be little or no question that sickness is within… More

Albany Journal – 8/3/12

Gore Vidal has expired, and so we are left with his great works, most of which I haven’t read, but I intend to read them at some point.  Right now, the dominating force in all coumminication for me is the visual image, which, I suppose, factors into the equation for those well-enough to constantly watch… More

Albany Journal – 7/30/12

Rick Moody, when he read his short piece about the Irish rock band, the Pogues, the other night at a public reading at the Writers Institute up in Saratoga, came to the conclusion that an artist’s work doesn’t necessarily benefit when that artist relies upon drugs and alcohol in his writerly life to create more… More

Albany Journal – 7/29/12

What may be the best remedy for those poets and writers who are struggling to get published or want to make a little bit of money by selling their own work is to find a good community of poets and writers instead of shooting for the moon and trying to woo publishers by sending them query letters,… More

Albany Journal – 7/28/12

I can claim no expertise in my realtionships with women, but what I can say is that courting a woman is much like a game of sorts.  We at least try to see who needs the other more, and while this is a very immature game to say the least, such gaming is usually commonplace… More

Albany Journal – 7/26/12

When I hear the author’s name, Rick Moody, I am reminded of the snippet of news in the New York Post proclaiming that this millionare socialite who has traveled extensively to salons in both America and Europe somehow found his way to winning a grant from the National Endowment of the Arts – a place… More

Albany Journal – 7/25/12

I’ve just returned from a two-day trip to Allentown, New Jersey where my relatives live.  They live in a retirement community that is gated with too many security precautions and a beautiful clubhouse with two swimming pools – one indoor and one outdoor.  It’s interesting to see how well my family has done over the course… More