Posts by Eric Westerlind

Drink water. Drink it in tiny sips until it's impossible. Then move in tiny steps until it hurts. Then, again with the water. Through that cycle, the bladder will refill, headaches will be gone, problems (aches, creaks, cysts, tightness, depression) cease. Then, hunt for meaning.

A Thanks, Lucia Perillo

It’d’ve been a shame for me to say anything but thank you, and even that I tried to pass by …

Such, in pursuit of a god

Bill Pulley was in college in 1964. He went to Vietnam and came back to a career in the government’s …

Writerly Silence & the Reader

Silence is the void in which the listener expects.  A void is complete—the space around the listener’s expectation is full with …

E-mail to S—

S— Got too close to the publishing side again. That edge draws out the immediate and at that immediate, the end. …

Some Game-Poem Aesthetics

Recumbent, bent over my lower back, coffee of the weakest sort made with the last beans. Sunday. And now, editing, …

Aeschylus’ Io

Io. A moon of Jupiter now. Before that—a young princess, a nymph, daughter to Inachus, the King of Argos. Ocean’s Daughters, …

Yezzi’s Bitter Fool

When did our pleasures become so wan and modest, and so breezily proffered? David Yezzi’s  article appeared in the New …

Seamus Minen

Mine is sapling-young. Mine is sourced from the gravity of others—indirect as the sun from car window to concrete. I …

Organon Next: ‘The Quickest Sand’

This question stemmed from a tweet by Boston’s Spece: “Politics, confessionalism, identity poetics—refuse. Literary merit. That is all. #iupampo #w00t” Celebratory …