Cheyenne Avila, in her poem “In This Short Film, The Black Girl Becomes a Woman when... Read more →

As poets, we are constantly editing, refining, rewriting to correct wrongs on and off the... Read more →

Jude Goodwin’s poem, “Words to never use in a poem,” had me from the start. Her... Read more →

Asking for It They say I’m asking for it because they don’t like the clothes I... Read more →

Here’s how this episode of my podcast, “They Write by Night,” (see video below)... Read more →

Phonophobia Have you seen the way children play? They will talk to a stick as if it... Read more →

Mood Sultry The scholars like to say film noir's imbued with a sense of menace and... Read more →

Let Me Die Like a Dog In place of her usual five o'clock supper without any whining... Read more →

A Man, a Woman, a Gun . . . and a Bridge You are a fan of film noir, those cheaply... Read more →

LETTERS TO GIRLS, NEVER SENT Dear, I cannot recall your name, but when you took my... Read more →