Critical Essays

“Never/Enough” from Dispatches from the Land of Erasure By Philip Metres There is nothing to…

[lost] Dusty blackberry brambles ripen the air. It is August when the days forget their…

The day I started writing this essay, hundreds of U.S. Marines arrived in downtown Los…

When I decided to pursue an MFA in poetry, I applied widely and foolishly, and…

Before I ever stepped to a mic or submitted a poem to a press, music…