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Investigations into being truly human in the world

“Find the sounds he couldn’t hear.”

“Were I a real writer I would forge it: a play of nationhood."

“Unfold the limbs that bore witness”

"Is this fifty? Everything on repeat?”

"I’ve settled for dull olive mud that pools in a tailings pond.”

“I am many arms and feet/ a strutting/ glorious/ line-scribbled day.”

A Stirring Journey

In this latest collection of her poetry, A Selected History of Soul Speak, Andrea Thompson wants to put the tenuous relationship between spoken word and formal poetry to bed. Not only does her [...]

Confession: I do not read books of poetry from front to back—rather, I prefer to hunt and peck. This may do a disservice to poets who fret about the order of things. Apologies. But I do read [...]