David Yezzi

  • The Residency

    I love my cabin and my writing table, my bright lunch pail, the mudded path. Then drinks. begin, say, five-ish—Stoli or Red Label— and keep…

  • Orts

    Tough to say from this tableful of scraps. what couples feasted here—gnawed olive stones. among the burnt ends of cold meat, the laps. of…

  • False Fire

    The players withdraw in rain, rattling over the high road. After a princely welcome, all hoopla and fol-de-rol, their shadowy spectacle…

  • Acceptance Speech

    Hear the author read this poem Accept the things you cannot change: the bleating clock, the nightly go. —dog leash in tow— around the…

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Google Street View, Transformed Into a Tiny Planet

A 360-degree tour of our world, made entirely from Google's panoramas

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The 86-Year-Old Farmer Who Won't Quit

A filmmaker returns to his hometown to profile the patriarch of a family farm

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Riding Unicycles in a Cave

"If you fall down and break your leg, there's no way out."

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Carrot: A Pitch-Perfect Satire of Tech

"It's not just a vegetable. It's what a vegetable should be."

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The Benefits of Living Alone on a Mountain

"You really have to love solitary time by yourself."

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