The Antique Cast
Dean Kostos brings together Abstract Expressionism and the beauty of the male form. — The Antique Cast after Arshile Gorky Stone is flesh again, the young man reclining. Because he has no face,...
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Dean Kostos expertly weds form and content in this poem–a villanelle–whose use of refrain and repetition reflects an old man’s movement through time and memory. — Ice Garden While the grandfather...
View ArticleNo Elegies for Porn Stars
Dean Kostos’s newest book, This is Not a Skyscraper, contains many gems. This reflection on a porn watcher’s sense of entitlement to the attention of a neighborhood porn star–“earned by years of...
View ArticleA Boy Who Could See Only Purple
Through intense, lyrical images, Dean Kostos presents the early life of an intense, lyrical boy. — A Boy Who Could See Only Purple From the early life of Milton H. Erickson, M.D., the father of modern...
View ArticleThe Antique Cast
Dean Kostos brings together Abstract Expressionism and the beauty of the male form.—The Antique Castafter Arshile GorkyStone is flesh again, the young manreclining. Because he has noface, viewers’...
View ArticleIce Garden
Dean Kostos expertly weds form and content in this poem–a villanelle–whose use of refrain and repetition reflects an old man’s movement through time and memory.—Ice GardenWhile the grandfather sleeps,...
View ArticleNo Elegies for Porn Stars
Dean Kostos’s newest book, This is Not a Skyscraper, contains many gems. This reflection on a porn watcher’s sense of entitlement to the attention of a neighborhood porn star–“earned by years of...
View ArticleA Boy Who Could See Only Purple
Through intense, lyrical images, Dean Kostos presents the early life of an intense, lyrical boy.—A Boy Who Could See Only PurpleFrom the early life of Milton H. Erickson, M.D., the father of...
View ArticleUnforgotten
Dean Kostos uses the tight repetition of the ghazal form to create a powerful meditation on boyhood and growth.—UnforgottenA child steps from a silhouette of fire,pleating paper into egrets of...
View ArticleImagined Lost Writings of Alan Turing
Imagined Lost Writings of Alan TuringGod’s mind is a cosmic concerto. Cello stringsthrob through mathematicalspace. The Creator’s languageis vibration, congealed into nature.I unveil a grid behind...
View ArticleThe Antique Cast
Dean Kostos brings together Abstract Expressionism and the beauty of the male form.—The Antique Castafter Arshile GorkyStone is flesh again, the young manreclining. Because he has noface, viewers’...
View ArticleIce Garden
Dean Kostos expertly weds form and content in this poem–a villanelle–whose use of refrain and repetition reflects an old man’s movement through time and memory.—Ice GardenWhile the grandfather sleeps,...
View ArticleNo Elegies for Porn Stars
Dean Kostos’s newest book, This is Not a Skyscraper, contains many gems. This reflection on a porn watcher’s sense of entitlement to the attention of a neighborhood porn star–“earned by years of...
View ArticleA Boy Who Could See Only Purple
Through intense, lyrical images, Dean Kostos presents the early life of an intense, lyrical boy.—A Boy Who Could See Only PurpleFrom the early life of Milton H. Erickson, M.D., the father of...
View ArticleUnforgotten
Dean Kostos uses the tight repetition of the ghazal form to create a powerful meditation on boyhood and growth.—UnforgottenA child steps from a silhouette of fire,pleating paper into egrets of...
View ArticleImagined Lost Writings of Alan Turing
Imagined Lost Writings of Alan TuringGod’s mind is a cosmic concerto. Cello stringsthrob through mathematicalspace. The Creator’s languageis vibration, congealed into nature.I unveil a grid behind...
View ArticleZeus’ Soliloquy
Zeus’ Soliloquyafter The Iliad, Book SevenEven as landlord of lightning & sky,I couldn’t stop inhumanity, so Idisguised myself as a shower of coins,a plant sprouting flames, a rapacious swan.I...
View ArticleIs There a Balm in Gilead?
Is There a Balm in Gilead? For Bayard Rustin On a street where it’s alwayssummer, on a daywhen it’s always 1948,your song rises into ether:“There Is a Balm in...
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