Farsickness Journal features “Inscription,” a place poem by Kathy Fagan.
Farsickness Journal features “Inscription,” a place poem by Kathy Fagan.
On Peter Gizzi’s “It Was Raining in Delft”: A poem featuring “the heightened, stripped-bare world of the sleep-deprived traveler.”
June in the San Francisco Bay Area marks my family regularly heading West -- from our already very westerly home in quasi-urban Berkeley, over to the wildernesses of Marin County, where we hike and bike in the exquisite, dramatic protected spaces that constitute 80%...
Having wandered through my share of vast, eerily deserted archaeological sites, I was pulled in by the first line of Ernest Hilbert's poem, "Dusk in the Ruins": "I arrive, one more uninvited guest." With this unsentimental tone established, the speaker explores...
By Megan Harlan Few places can both cure and inspire farsickness like a library. Now, we all know—or have been firmly told—that print is officially dead and the Internet has killed the research desk. But what Google, e-books, and their ilk can't provide is the...
I have always been fascinated by the way Emily Dickinson -- legendary for rarely traveling beyond her western Massachusetts backyard -- populates her poems with so many exotic locales. And she does so with such playful abandon, as if the place-names are her own vast...
This poem jumped out at me in a recent issue of the literary journal, Southwest Review, thanks to its unlikely subject-matter -- it's the first poem I've ever run across about a motorcycle rally. But I love the way the poem rushes headlong into the strange,...
I'm planning a trip to New York -- I almost wrote, "home" to New York, though I haven't lived there in years -- where my family and I will be staying way downtown, in the thick of Manhattan's original streets. It got me thinking about Columbus Park -- not far from...