Someone will plunder your life...

You have erased the queen’s face / from the coins in your hand.

Poets mark cold comings and holy days/with sentiment, or doubt, or ignorance.

The Pacifist Boxer Enters the Gym and Showing a Photograph to Raymond Carver of My Father in His 31st Year.

David Wright on art, worship, and Willa Cather.

A reflection on the human voice.