Author Archives: Mark Kerstetter

Eunoia and Panoply

I’m pleased to announce some recent poetry publications. Eunoia Review has published  a little thing I call Spring Training and four links from my “Limits” poem project: Limits Limits Limits Limits Panoply has published my poem, Are We Not Acceptable, Moon? … Continue reading

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The Philosophers Leave Florida

for Natasha and Shane Pick white or black. It ain’t chess, just a race to multiply the meanings of simple words like “divide” or “unite”. Everyone knows polls are for assholes but whether the truth blows this way or that … Continue reading

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Red Tide Is Natural and so Is Death

I keep thinking about the Dadaists caught between an end and a beginning. Some launched green apples, others grenades and still others self-inflicted wounds. I’m trying to put myself in their place and feel what was at stake, butting up … Continue reading

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A man’s poem

Stuck In A Shut-Up Sandwich David Foster Wallace did it both ways: a play of infinite garrulity and the ultimate cutoff at the pass: I’m done with this, leaving sharp-elbowed others to claim he speaks for all white men— “slap … Continue reading

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A Lacan villanelle

There Is No Speech Without a Reply Language functions not to inform but evoke Like it or not, the symptom is a metaphor There is no speech without a reply Full speech is not a question of reality, but of … Continue reading

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Anger Is an Energy

Anger is an energy –John Lydon Once when I was going through a crisis I sought advice from an older friend. He told me, “Emotions are never wrong.” That may be a platitude (it sounds like one) but I had … Continue reading

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Cold Brains

The idea has crept into my mind that time wears at a person until the point comes when they’re ready for it to be over—they want it to end. Or don’t care if it ends. I also have the idea—true … Continue reading

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