https://fenceportal.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/03/Alvarez-Return-to-Tetaroba-Audio-3_15_23-2.13-PM.mp3 w. the burden of history Roberto & I travelled deeper into Mexico | an overnight bus ride from Tucson through Sonora & into Sinaloa | stopping finally at El Fuerte the largest city in the area | & only miles away from Tetaroba el rancho | we took a taxi from el Fuerte to […]
Civilizational
1. Cleavage of pre-linguistic intuitionharnessed bybardistry on task for‘the environment’ * People can? or can’t? choosea sex * Nuclear power (not bombs)– back […]
What’s the Problem with American Poetry Right Now?
This is a companion to Fence Issue #40’s forum in print, adding additional writing and thinking to the conversation. Here you can find: “Alternative Arrangements” by Andrea Brady Selections from “The Garden” by Julie Carr “Return to Tetaroba” by Steve Alvarez “The End of Writing / Things I Forgot I Wrote” by Daniel Borzutzky “Inventory” […]
Six Problematics in Contemporary American Poetry
This essay also appears in print in the Forum pages of Issue #40. Mono-Sectoral Poetic Myopia If we put together a pie chart graph indicating the percentage of economic sectors given expression in poetry journals, presses, conferences, prize dispensations, there would be very scant representation from, say, the service industry, or manufacturing, homecare, construction, retail, […]
The End of Writing/Things I forgot I Wrote
The End of Writing/Things I forgot I Wrote I dream again about my father He is eating grass and slurping muddy water He asks me to chain him to a tree outside of the bank and to sell passersby the opportunity to have their pictures taken with him The light […]
Selections from The Garden
The faint sting of dish soap will linger on the lip of the cup, regardless. Similarly, my friend the diviner had reems of paperwork still to “do.” We sat, eating potato chips, surrounded by children who had come to see the bones and the stones. These bone-seeking children moved in groups, sorted […]
Parenthood
We came up with it while driving home from dinner. The sky, I remember, had that early morning brightness, though it was nearly ten at night, and there was a full moon without any tricks—no superpowers or strawberry hues or harvest indications. Just light that shone everything into blue. It looked like the world when […]
The Outhouse, Not Quite Mississippi, Vokzal
The Outhouse Biography repeats itself, at first in a stutter then as an obsession. I am one of the many diasporic gophers: I stick my head from tunnels of another world, dig in curves, in semi-circles, in tunnels shaped like letters – these, here. The trouble with biography is its starting point – the one […]
Angela Lives
Angela lives in a house on W. 83rd St. Angela is thirty-one. She has mid-length brown hair. She’s on the taller side of average, and her face is relatively thin. The house is large, and quiet. It has a dark wood interior. Many windows let cold light enter. Angela lives in the house, and it […]
Experience Error/Harmony in Red
We Responsible Others Commissioned to develop a sculpture, the artist instead found herself attempting to define the space around it. What use is a sculpture without a room, a world? she’d asked her gallerist, who reminded her that the municipal client had come with a certain budget. Your job is to make things, the gallerist […]
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