Sleeping on Otis’ Floor

“Goodnight, asshole,” John says. I see the meaty ghost of his shadow collapse below street-lit window blinds. I hear him thud. He groans like...

Find Me Alive at Sunrise

I left while the sun was setting and came back before the dark anchored in for the night, before the neighbourhood came out to devour...

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On Writing and Craft: An Interview with Lyn Lifshin

This interview first appeared on PoetryCircle in 2006, shortly after the site was founded. PoetryCircle: Lyn, you're probably as prolific as any poet writing today,...

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