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New videopoems: “Tree Questions” and “November Surprise”

Sun, 12 Nov 2017 00:19:45 +0000

If a human falls in a city and there are no trees around, does it leave a hole?


Wed, 30 Dec 2015 16:04:05 +0000

Each house an island in roiling water where the streets should be – we’ve been seeing, from town after town in the North, these biblical images of floods. Last time I was in Leeds, oddly enough, it rained and rained, though not nearly like this.

Where there’s fire

Wed, 26 Nov 2014 20:55:53 +0000

Where there's fire there's a cross we keep handy for special occasions.

At home in the library

Wed, 01 Oct 2014 14:54:54 +0000

I used to think I had something in common with the coffee-shop crowd, but now I'm coming to realize that my true place is at the public library.

Arms race

Sun, 20 Jul 2014 22:44:23 +0000

Perhaps there's some law that states that the grimmer the world becomes that one is trying to ignore or escape, the grimmer the escapism too must become. Perhaps we are locked in a new kind of arms race: between reality and imagination.


Tue, 29 Apr 2014 19:11:46 +0000

Clouds hide the top of Ice Mountain and it looks like a real mountain again, no turbines in sight. Below, the ugly subdivision where a black family once woke to a burning cross. I find a shed antler on the powerline, a twisted Y like the bottom half of a stick figure.

Gary Barwin’s poem for Rob Ford

Mon, 02 Dec 2013 19:09:05 +0000

Is there anything that hasn't already been said about Toronto's crack-smoking mayor? Of course there is! Surrealist Canadian poet Gary Barwin demonstrates.

Dirt Farmer

Sun, 15 Sep 2013 16:18:17 +0000

Where other farmers sell grain, I sell soil, attractively packaged in ornamental coffins. Though this is the middle of Iowa, urban hipsters drive hours to buy it — “Heated, not […]

The weight of inequality

Sun, 01 Sep 2013 23:00:25 +0000

Parmanu: In the days that followed, I found myself thinking often of the common man on the street and the gap between us. I imagined people – the elevator boy, […]

The real Boston Marathon

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 03:29:07 +0000

Hoarded Ordinaries: The Boston Marathon is Massachusetts’ annual holiday of helping, and it’s that willingness to help, I’ve decided, that chokes me up every year. All of us, deep down, […]