Harry Stewart was part of the first African-American military pilots, the World War II Tuskegee Airmen. One of the planes Stewart trained with in Alabama was the AT-6 Texan—dubbed an “honest airplane” and the “Pilot Maker.” That “personality” adjective “honest” sent me on a lexical adventure where I employed epistrophe to create an energetic, coded catalogue poem that touches on some of the plane and Stewart’s backstory.
David Mills on "An Honest Airplane" |
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"Short Conversations with Poets: John Freeman"
"Solitude is a necessary oxygen for me. I need it to read, to think, to experience the quieter trance states that sustain me: being outdoors, disappearing into a book, daydreaming. Out of solitude I often return clarified by how I belong, or I wish to connect—to people, a larger group, a place. I can see the forest from above, or the city lights twinkling, metaphorically, and think, ah, I belong there."
via MCSWEENEY'S |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Allison Cobb on "For love"
"As a writer, I have been obsessed with the complexities of my origins, having been born and raised in Los Alamos, New Mexico, the town that built the first atomic bombs, and which remains the location of one of the nation’s three main nuclear weapons labs. Planetary legacies of damage and death stem from this place. How did this happen?" |
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