“J’accuse!” shouted our daughter last night. No, not really, but she did hold us sternly to account for misleading her. Our dinner table conversations had given her the impression that science fiction and fantasy were high-prestige literary modes. Now, in her junior year AP… Continue Reading “Modernists Vs. Zombies, the Rematch”
To my surprise, I’ve been asked to lead a critical seminar on sound in T. S. Eliot’s poetry at the next meeting of the Eliot Society, this September in St. Louis. Don’t tell, but coincidentally, I just published a poetic response to “The Waste… Continue Reading “Undead T. S. Eliot”
Zombidextrous Maggots spill from one wrenched hand; from the other, your tedious to-do lists. Zombivalent Listen or regret: undead lips upthrust from soil, grunting out the songs you would forget. Zombiguity If Schrödinger’s cat is both dead and alive, don’t open that box. Zombience… Continue Reading “Zombie poems, just in time for Christmas”
mapping the nest
A selfish poet
I make photographs and poems to please myself (and share them to please you).
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a poetry blog & online home to the work of José Angel Araguz
book blogger & reviewer
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