(Written by my dad, John Thompson, for me circa 1965.) Now that I am a grown-up writer, I’m asked quite a bit where I get my ideas for poems. The truth is, not much has changed, they come from ...

He didn’t read book reviews—or so he claimed—and he didn’t write them, preferring instead to let his poems find their ... Listen to me. I won’t come down the stairs.” ...

In the beginning, I'd hoped I wouldn't have to come out ... now-wife and me in Chicago, he set out on Sunday morning to walk to our nearest Catholic church. When he couldn't find it, he went ...

What Remains reveals that Arendt’s prose couldn’t have existed without her poetry. We find the beginnings of Arendt’s ideas ... Nothingness conquers me—/ It’s just life’s way.” You might have guessed ...

His latest book of poems, “Doggerel,” is forthcoming. In November, two days before my 44th birthday, behind a local bike shop that I frequent, a manager from inside the shop approached me and ...

One day last fall, Odesans woke up to find that the names of ... Naydenko’s choice of poem was no accident — but also not an invitation to me, a person raised on Russian poetry in Moscow ...

and then they come back as a sophomore and they’re a little bit more confident, and then they’re more confident as a junior, and by the time they’re a senior, they’re giving me a hard time ...

Save me the wistful prose about the pop of a baseball into a leather glove. I don’t need read anyone’s poem about pitchers ... In fact, the emotions that come from rooting for a team are ...

Explore the powerful poetry of former New America Fellows Sarah Kay and Clint Smith, reflecting on culture and the ...

The poem reads, in part, “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.” ...