Beachy Head brims with electrical currents flying backwards and forwards, with the force of poems that have been well fought out and felt. I hear the currents of Alice Notley, of Bernadette Mayer, of Eileen Myles, and Sylvia Plath — Dorothea Lasky Copy Share Image
Beachy Head brims with electrical currents flying backwards and forwards, with the force of poems that have been well fought out and felt. I… — Dorothea Lasky Copy Share Image
“When people talk about poetry as a project, they suggest that the road through a poem is a single line. When really the road… — Dorothea Lasky Copy Share Image
Real poetry is a party, a wild party, a party where anything might happen. A party from which you may never return home. — Dorothea Lasky Copy Share Image
“I reached deep in you and pulled out a cardinal which in bright red flew out the window. ” — Dorothea Lasky Copy Share Image
Emily Kendal Frey's The Grief Performance is a book that condenses a journey of finding and re-finding loss into beautiful packages. The packages are… — Dorothea Lasky Copy Share Image
