As a poet living in the world where we’re all currently living—especially as someone coming from a marginalized community—I often find myself drawn toward reading and writing poems that deal with the tragic, with the suffering I’ve endured and seen, and do so with some degree of cynicism and/or anger.

The autumn equinox of my 30th year…

My response to the idea of art as activism fluctuates.

The Icelandic word for lamb is “lamb,” but the village where I climb down from a tall, hot bus is called “Hvammstangi” and I’ll never learn to pronounce it quite right.

All mystics have the same problem.

On Thursday, September 2, 2021, the day after the Supreme Court decides to uphold Texas’s near-total abortion ban, an email with the subject line “Just Checking-in with You All” lands in my inbox.

For anyone convinced that capitalism has eroded all valid forms of mental or perceptual resistance available in art, Jennifer Ponce de León’s Another Aesthetics is Possible will serve as testimony that this conclusion is not only premature but fundamentally wrong.

I remember my first exposure to Emily Ratajkowski.

I spent the early years of my life in a rural part of northern Ohio with my underemployed mom, a severely disabled father, and a closeted gay racecar driver friend of my mom’s.

On one hand, Kyle Lucia Wu’s debut novel Win Me Something captures the particular season of life in which everyone else seems to have it together.

Originally published in July of 1992, this special double issue of Point of View comprised an alternative history of Cleveland’s mayoral past to explore a foundational question of American politics: who governs?

To feel pity, Aristotle writes in the Rhetoric, one must believe in the goodness of at least some people. Robin McLean’s debut novel, Pity the Beast, looks at what its heroine calls “the other side of good.”

As politicians across the country willfully let people succumb to a deadly virus and do their best to rig the political system, this might be a good time to think about the nature of direct political action.

“Sometimes it seems / the future has a habit of repeating itself” writes Devon Walker-Figueroa in her debut, Philomath, a poetry collection with two separate arms: a woman’s childhood and coming of age amongst the masculine fugue required to survive a ghost town, and the struggle for continuance amid capitalism’s exploitations and abandonments.

It has come to my attention that a ghost haunts me.

Edith Wharton was “twenty-seven or -eight” before she was able to sleep in a room that contained even a single ghost story.

The British writer Olive Moore is one of the great forgotten figures in literary history.

What does the world want, what is the world still capable of becoming?

We’re into the quicksand of borrowing and spending for wealthy sports owners again without the news media EVER trying to put into context what we are spending for Haslam, Dolan and Gilbert.

Maybe you’ve heard about the algorithmic racial bias in digital imaging technology.