Reading Mary Ruefle

  WASPS’ NEST   The empty, almost weightless, onionated brain. Planet-on-a-branch. The first lantern to glow in space when Wang Bo thought, I’ll look a little closer I’ll lift this flame inside. His footsteps. His panting. His words of announcement: how...

A Day Reading Robert Creeley

  IN A BOAT SHED   I waited too long. I waited for you forever and ever: the changing unchanging restlessness of the signs they didn’t put up or down; the boxes of oranges, rat poisons, barns, a sled with no runners, snow, refreshments, pineapples; the odor...

Reading Marni Ludwig

  AFTER THE GIRL   After the girl with the handful of mice and a tiny silver guillotine leaves, we lie down in the dark. You tell me last night you dreamed you wore a beard. The night before you drowned but did not sleep. On the screen behind us citizens of...

Project: Reading Thoreau’s Journal (2)

  Aug. 28—(an excerpt)   Evening.—A new moon visible in the east. I omit the unusual—the hurricanes and earthquakes—and describe the common. This has the greatest charm and is the true theme of poetry. You may have the extraordinary...

Project: Reading Thoreau’s Journal (1)

  Over the past two weeks or so, I have been reading Henry David Thoreau’s Journal extensively and have been extremely inspired by it. Despite my growing interest in this collection, though, I have found that it is Thoreau’s least-well-known work, if...