The Foley Poetry Prize has been awarded every spring since 1988.

the now-maimed but still living parents beg, “Arise, come forth!”

I know your ghost still drifts like a dirty angel through this town.

Greg Pardlo's new memoir clips quickly along and burdens the reader with almost no slow moments.

Dickinson is not a poet stunted by fear of living, but an eccentric hermit delighted by the world and delighting in her craft.

I never try to impose narrow, moral interpretations on art. Poetry is mostly about the joyful discoveries of language and imagination.