Robert Frank Doesn’t Live Here Anymore

Poetry

I’ve never seen a bag of trash, not even on Friday, which is big trash night, in front of his house. Where does he leave it?

Yeah, Canvas

Poetry

And then I said “Denver”/“down and die” or something /you said…

Poems for Jackson Mac Low: Staying

Poetry

& that the staying be prolonged of his staying/in the writing, the sounding & rasp & glee…

An Imperfect Mesostic for Jackson Mac Low

Poetry

Jackson Mac Low died in December, a central figure in the international art community.

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