“…survivors are disappearing from academia. Our schools, our syllabi, our classrooms, our bibliographies, our campuses, our research labs, our thesis committees, our libraries, our conference panels, our departments, our programs, and our monographs are riddled through and through with survivor-shaped gaps. Each gap is a place in academia where…[Read more]

The moon, not the finger, pointing is a sort of memoir – a collection of 67 lyric poems that trace the course of a life from the Texas Panhandle through Chicago to China and back, with the window open “because everybody knows / by now there is a poem out there.” In Chicago, “a street musician / plays Vivaldi on violin not two blocks from / a kid s…[Read more]