On the same night she won a million dollar jackpot. Estella lost her innocence. The casino lights quivered in the early evening. Lana drove under the portal and stopped before the casino entrance. Stella fumbled to open the car door, first pulling on the window lever...
Talking with Frank O’Hara “Frank,” I say, “the dead, those doorstops, are fine by me,” and turn the gas so low my poem almost gutters out. Still, in the landscape, a red flame glints – a fleck of flesh. “But poetry is zippy,” Frank exclaims. “What is it with you and...
www.marilynchin.org NEWS 11/08/2023: 2023 Academy of American Poets Prizes 04/08/2021: Asian American Writers’ Workshop Solidarity Reading 09/02/2020: 2020 Pegasus...
Rich with grace from the minute I arrived. The invitation came to me out of the blue: I still don’t know whonominated me. Maybe it’s best that way: anonymous grace. The timing was uncanny. For the last fifteen years I have been working on a prose...
