Tug (Into the Market)
The screw of a tug stirs the night, thrums the chest like a heart in blood. Does it fight? Yes. Its iron mass displaces fear if fear is a kind of tide. Inside its cabin, a … Continued
Author Archives: Daniel Wolff
The Drift of the World
I thought you were an anchor in the drift of the world; but no: there isn’t an anchor anywhere. —William Bronk You aren’t forgotten. How could so much of us ever be? When you left this life, an anchor … Continued
Why Nobody Reads William Bronk
First, it’s hard. Take the opening line from the opening poem of Bronk’s 1993 collection, The Mild Day. “It’s like going to Africa to live.” What? What’s like that? You can scan the rest of the short poem and never … Continued