The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.

[(I-Newswire) - In the free event, Bell will read from] No Planets Strike, ... Edgy in both senses of the word, Josh Bell populates his daft American heartland with the runaway muse Ramona and her clones. The resulting landscapes are as dangerous, funny, and drop-dead gorgeous as those in a Road Runner cartoon.

A perfect example of the new republic's urge to drape itself with the togas of classical respectability.

I write with experiences in mind, but I don't write about them, I write out of them.

I don't want to read what is going to slide down easily; there has to be some crunch, a certain amount of resilience.

I like poems you can tack all over with a hammer and there are no hollow places.