This entry is part of a series, Rhetorical Devices» , Rhetorical Devices» , Rhetorical Devices» PHOTO by . I’m going to put the next few terms under the larger sweep of synecdoche, a word that is dangerous to delve into since theorists and language experts, in their mania to confine, have proven themselves enemies of [...]

Sad Indianapolis I go to the movie theatre to look at the rows of exit lights just to feel like I’m landing in my life. I tried to pull the world back from the explosion; but it is snowing; the sky looks like falling ash. Each morning I stitch together a moment, say, the muted [...]

I figured I’d post these. Many poets employ them without ever knowing their names, and that seems to work, but I like knowing the names of things. There’s something thrilling and wise ass to me about going through the world, saying: “Oh look! A Eurasian tree sparrow!” At age six, I fell in love with [...]

$ I hope you like documentaries / never mind what about. In Newsweek I highlight / “the heads of people” in an article about the postures of different species / probably ours isn’t the only posture containing artifice / I’m letting the day trans- form into symptoms / if you concentrate you can expect / [...]

This entry is part of a series, Conformity and Obedience» When I was ten or so, a large flock of starlings, and assorted brown-headed cowbirds used to come visit a deserted lot near my house every fall. I liked nothing better than to run among them, and listen to the collective soughing swoop of their [...]

An Invitation (Horace’s Ode i.20) Cheap wine, Maecenas! You’ll drink cheap wine from cheap cups, our local Sabine swill. I pitched the Grecian jar myself, and filled it with wine I made. I laid it in my cellar that day when you entered your theater after a long sickness. Yes, Maecenas, the people saw you [...]

This entry is part of a series, On Kate Durbin» E! Entertainment By Kate Durbin Insert/Blanc Press, 2012 Full color 40 p. chapbook $12.00 If Hedda Hopper had been reincarnated into a bag lady forced to stuff her own newspaper columns into her clothes for warmth, the wyrd outer hummings of her cycle toward rebirth [...]