Jeff HewittClass Announcement: Word as Craft:Working with Form in Contemporary Poetry. April 6th. 7pm | The Venue at 35th St. | Taught by Jeff HewittMar 23, 2015Mar 23, 2015
Jeff Hewittpoem.the chariot swung too low. / the tall grass is burning. / nothing’s sweet these days. / how many of you are motherfuckers? / I wonder.Mar 12, 2015Mar 12, 2015
Jeff HewittThe impossible dog soothes his imagined boy: “What if we’re not real?”American SentenceFeb 11, 2015Feb 11, 2015
Jeff Hewitt“In the end, scars are all we have. Why would anyone erase such proof?”American SentenceJan 30, 2015Jan 30, 2015
Jeff Hewitt“I pretend to listen. Doesn’t mean I understand what you’re saying.”American SentenceJan 24, 2015Jan 24, 2015
Jeff Hewitt“That horn of Jericho, savage and sullen, fading into night’s heir.”American SentenceJan 23, 2015Jan 23, 2015
Jeff Hewitt“Until I met you I had no idea a lie could be so pretty.”American SentenceJan 23, 2015Jan 23, 2015
Jeff Hewitt“The world has grown so fast. And I’m tired. So tired. How much longer?”American SentenceJan 23, 2015Jan 23, 2015
Jeff Hewitt“It’s not that I’m lonely. It’s that I wonder if I deserve to be..”American SentenceJan 23, 2015Jan 23, 2015
Jeff HewittI just fell in love with you and you’re acting like nothing has happened.American Sentence.Jan 22, 2015Jan 22, 2015