Poetry
Robert Frank Doesn’t Live Here Anymore
By Brenda CoutlasI’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
By Alex YoungAnd then I said “Denver”/“down and die” or something /you said…
Poems for Jackson Mac Low: Staying
By Anne Waldman& that the staying be prolonged of his staying/in the writing, the sounding & rasp & glee…
An Imperfect Mesostic for Jackson Mac Low
By Alison KnowlesJackson Mac Low died in December, a central figure in the international art community.
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