Call Kenny Loggins, ‘Cuz You’re in the Danger Zone.
April 15, 2010 § 1 Comment
Here is a picture of a lit mag:
I just read all the poetry from this issue & it was a total pleasure. You should find a way to get it within licking distance. It’s shiny. It’s blue. Its title contains the word “zone.”
Really, the poems are good, & of a surprisingly uniform tone, without feeling too much like the editors read & appreciate only one single kind of poem. These poems are confident, maybe even stately, & many of them at once contain & address narrative & the way we expect narrative in poems to proceed or develop.
I’m happy to say my poem does none of these things. Instead, it’s a proseblock-party to which I invited Michaelangelo, Jesus, a camel and a pair of shoes. & in all seriousness, it’s the first poem of mine that, in the time between writing it & seeing it in print, I didn’t start to totally hate.
That’s the last reason you should buy this issue though. It’s blue, people. Come on.