From “Last Will and Testament”
Because cemeteries are too pricey
I would like to be deposited on a public bench
and not in the earth
Because cemeteries are too pricey
I would like to be deposited on a public bench
and not in the earth
“What is it all for, if tomorrow I—and Odesa—may not exist?”
She writes to me to say that she hears explosions outside her windows.
“A poem is not a frontal assault, it is the root tendrils of ivy making their way into the heart’s walls’ mortar.”
Poet Ilya Kaminsky talks to Garth Greenwell about sex, “between-ness,” and moments of profound happiness.