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Category Archives: Poetry
(Note: I should preface this bit of writing with a warning: what follows is a first attempt to set down some things I’ve been struggling to articulate for the past couple of years. As such, it may be slightly less than ideally coherent, but hopefully out of it some clarity will emerge.) What is literature? […]
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One of the announcements I’ve been meaning to make here on this blog is that I’ve been invited to post occasionally over at the official weblog of the Interstitial Arts Foundation. I just published my first post over there, Poetry on the Wing, which is a pointer to the very interstitial work of Bulgarian artist/poet […]
A few weeks ago, none other than former U.S. poet laureate Billy Collins published an essay in The Wall Street Journal called “Inspired by a Bunny Wabbit“, wherein he extolls the virtues of Warner Brothers’ Looney Tunes cartoons. He outlines their influence on his work, and even includes four poems from his first published collection […]
Well, that didn’t work. Â The last time I did a “30 poems in 30 days” project, it was two years ago and I wound up writing them poems in huge blocks. Â They were much shorter and all followed a similar theme. Â This time around I tried to do longer works on wider themes and, well, […]
It was her fingers that undid me, long, spidery things half again too long and knotted with extra knuckles, skittering things, scratching things, grasping, grabbing, groping things, they took hold of my pleasant delusions and unraveled them with a harsh nasty tug, popping loose the seams of my amorous intent before continuing on to my […]
The ghost beside me shudders and shakes and swears, clutching her purse in crabbed old claws, wracked and wrecked with something old and cold and fatal I’m grateful I’m not permitted to know. There’s a tiny something knotted in her hair, a kink, a snag, a snarled ball trapped in her snakes, and with a […]
Longing for release and it’s not even Wednesday, I close my eyes and blink to better coordinates, folding myself through a tesseract and squeezing through the tiniest sliver of an escape clause, I renege on this weather, I reject the contract that keeps April cold, I turn my back on the bullshit compliance that maintains […]
I will spin my hair into silver, my skin into leather, my eyes into milky marble, my senses into stillness and my days into memories of ghosts. I will grow and weather and buckle and fold, collapsing in on myself as the trongest of towers finally yields to the subatomic cracks endemic to its mortar. […]
The boggart stands in the center of the room, feet apart, jaws agape, glaring defiance and astonishment at his loss, spun gold mountained in each corner, and the stolen babe still in its mother’s traitorous arms. The fury in his eyes is iridescent, his last hope for an heir spoiled, his secret in the open […]
Like a rock concert in the middle of winter, Like leather pants on a man old enough to be your daddy, Like a convertible in a thunderstorm, A pop reference still too recent to be retro, A line from a sitcom nobody ever watched, This is the way she would walk into the room, Too […]
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