For our series Making of a Poem, we’re asking poets and translators to dissect the poems they’ve published in our pages. A ...

The cowboys bowed their heads—some wept—as the announcer beseeched God to keep them safe. John Crimber, the nineteen-year-old ...

GERALD MURNANE WITH HIS WIFE, CATHERINE, IN BENDIGO, 1989.

Edward Gorey (1925–2000) was born in Chicago. He studied briefly at the Art Institute of Chicago, spent three years in the ...

For our series Making of a Poem, we’re asking poets and translators to dissect the poems they’ve published in our pages. A selection from Emily Osborne’s translation of Egill Skallagrímsson’s “Cruel ...

On Christmas Eve I wandered around my mother’s house looking for things to wrap. For the last three days I’d been slamming doors and doing cocaine and forgetting that it was the season of giving, ...

I want to live a beautiful life but I can’t help but notice there is something fundamentally disgusting about it all.” ...

The last time I was in Siena there was an earthquake. The first time I was nineteen. My boyfriend, who had already graduated from college, had been in Italy most of the year, in Perugia. The plan was ...

“I couldn’t apply the word ‘intention’ positively to any of my poems. Or to any poem.” ...

“Rather than live on in the hearts and minds of my fellow man, I would rather live on in my apartment.” ...

On poetry’s power to suspend violence: “It can entrance you for a moment above the pool of your own consciousness and your own possibilities.” ...