I’m excited to consider myself a Boog participant for a third of its 30 years, bookended for me at Unnameable Books in Brooklyn from the summer of 2011 (a week...
The summer of 2006, the summer I turned 23, David Kirschenbaum invited me to write a poem for issue 37 of Boog City, a baseball issue. I have never been a...
III.- Words cannot be wholly transparent. And that is the heartlessness of words. —George Oppen [su_pullquote align="right"]E-mail correspondence came about as an antidote to this loneliness, this lack of a...