Waiting rooms
At stations
Begging for us to pause
Yet another new poetry release received a standing ovation and the poet is heralded as the "voice of a generation."
by Hugh Blanton
Bathe in that city of yours
In its eternal darkness, and rotted fruit vines
The juice, or blood, draining itself out of you…
a woman walks down the street
the day hot, the day long, 6pm,
and full of rush
I can get you a free quote today,/
Not right now, but I’ve been known to make them,/Stick around and you’ll hear or
After breaking bread together,/
men gather where we have for decades.
It is the madeleine that gives him away./
Well, that and the silk cravat/
pinned like a butterfly to his stiff white collar.
The lyrical essay has become one of the most popular forms of nonfiction in recent years. This resurgence is due in part