Poetry

Robert Frank Doesn’t Live Here Anymore

by Brenda Coutlas

I’ve never seen a bag of trash, not even on Friday, which is big trash night, in front of his house. Where does he leave it?

by Alex Young

And then I said “Denver”/“down and die” or something /you said…

by Anne Waldman

& that the staying be prolonged of his staying/in the writing, the sounding & rasp & glee…

by Alison Knowles

Jackson Mac Low died in December, a central figure in the international art community.