Celia Dropkin’s poems are erotically frank and emotionally unabashed, deeply engendered, relentlessly truthful. Like songs, they are terse and musical and carefully constructed to explode with maximum impact. They reveal the relationships...
I loved you, New York.
The way, at first, Tina loved Ike, loved even the wingedEffort of his anger, loved his punch-drunk backhand in flight,
The noted artist finds visual poetry in the news.
Beaucoup de musique de Miley on the air—As one may imagine, there is a Rihanna button, and it iswhat you push when you enter the control room, and
In the stillness of a windless day,trees stand full, and proud, and straight.
Now when I get personalI have only one thing to say(a dead gay once told me,
He was in a poem once, alive at the beginning, dead by the middle, haunting me at the end.
