When I first visited Italy, I was excited to find out a temple-turned-church, complete with Latin inscriptions, was a mere brisk evening walk from my hotel. I also found there was a McDonald’s next to the temple. The irony felt deliberate, as if the universe had tired of subtlety, as if the collision of the…
The dog days of summer are upon me as I am writing this. The heat has settled into a viscous, oppressive thing. The days are a slow-motion descent into a molten world, each hour a heavier, more viscous pull. My mind, trapped in this humid limbo, is split between the sterile glow of my computer…
Kameryn Alexa Carter’s “Antediluvian” seized my attention amidst my perusal of various poetry publications. Its unusual formatting, intentionally constricted, paragraph-like, amid a sea of poems often indulging in unconventional line breaks and expansive white space, drew my focus. Such aforementioned experimentation, ubiquitous to the point of banality, rendered the poem’s compactness a notable departure. This…
Daylight savings, the event, not the poem, annually both bequeaths upon and steals away from us an hour. The significance of one hour has been rapidly both declining and growing over the years. With the increase in technology, more and more can be done in one hour. In the olden days, an hour could buy…