About the Poems
by Steven Karl
Craigslist ads, an imaginary epistolary, an academic who's real lust is for tenure... someone is always left to walk alone into the shadows with a head heavy in "what could have been." I like to look into these crevices— the excitement, the anticipation, the dreaming with eyes open, the desires with lights off. I tried to fill these poems with bodies so that the page always has company.