“For us, the poet, it can seem our entire lives up to this point depend on getting it right, and when we finally feel it’s ready, and we send it off, get it published, and see it in print, we usually realize we made the wrong call…” The Missing Slate talks with Alexis Groulx and Domenic Scopa.
“I can remember a time/ my father pulled me onto his shoulders/ telling me/ Everyone will hurt/ you. Don’t forget that”
Weekend poem, by Alexis Groulx.