On August 27, 1959—or was it September 3?—a fresh and enigmatic cultural movement was supposedly born, according to which the poem might be located “at last between two persons instead of two pages.” But if one may as well make a phone call (or send an email) as compose a poem, does the choice of form—blank verse over Instant Message, for example—reveal the poet as a narcissist, a poseur intellectual fixated on fame?
Category Archives: Word Choice
“Your Inbox. Love, Manila” by Kimberly Quiogue Andrews
“Contrabass” by John Thomas
“Hum” by Kirk Nesset
“Burning Billboards” by Jacob Boyd

At first read Jacob Boyd’s decastitch strikes one as a narrative in miniature with some moral to prove, but by its self-assured pace and fine correlatives “Burning Billboards” invites a second look. Imperatives reveal themselves as questions, and the distance between making a stand and settling slips beyond the horizon of aeons.
“No Science” by Weston Cutter

Weston Cutter turns his regard to the rare enigma of the quotidian: shunning any suggestion of pretension in favor of an Ammonsian phrasing, “No Science” mulls over clues pulled from their contexts, tapping into questions of exclusion and intrusion, the thin distinction between durability and stability.
“Midday” by Yael Shinar
“At the Savoy” by Joseph Chapman
“Balloons the Shape of Manhattan” by John Randolph Carter

John Randolph Carter’s taut but rangy take on Americana merges familiar subjects and settings to a satisfyingly bizarre effect. His verse strikes a difficult balance between originality and appeal, luring in the audience with its tidy structure, friendly diction, and tasteful embellishment, only in the end to reveal its surprise as omen.







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