I’ve been thinking about David Berman’s suicide lately as I pick up, wobbly, his song “Nights That Won’t Happen,” in which he is thinking about it. I suspect because there’s a lot of reason for despair right now, and I’m coming to term with that… Read More
I just read a zig-zagging set of stanzas conveying the prismatic ecological vision of Jennifer Howard (I’ll include them at the end of this post) in Toward Some Air, ed. by Fred Wah & Amy De’ath, somewhere between procrastinating and giving myself what I needed in the post-anesthesia haze of a medical procedure and realized this post is too late. It was supposed to be about ephemera and now that ephemera is gone so I guess it still is.
There are a lot of poets I love and have met along the way in this THICK issue of Oversound. It features a long poem of mine, “Ekpyrosis, The Watershed” (pictures are excerpts, a few of the 9 pages). It’s about the grind, the purgatory… Read More
JOE HALL 