Blog, My Poems A Poem About Writing Better Poems The next time you write about a man speaking to an object, consider whether the object should speak back. Particularly if it is an…
Blog, My Poems Your Hands, Like Discarded Feathers That morning, you told me you were terrified of poetry as a child. You told me stories of vines, stories of the things that…
Blog, My Poems Apartment-Living You turn in your sleep, and it is at times like these when I wish you could wake and listen: I am ill. I…
Blog, My Poems Ekphrasis 1. Create for me a river made of stone so that I may look nothing like you. 2. One thousand moons….
Blog, My Poems Hypochondriac You and your wings have left me paralyzed—the ‘skeltered wings hanging like crows’ nests, indefinitely, fusing together like salt and ice. And…
Blog, My Poems My Love For What Resembles Flutter and burn, you turn almost sideways, glinting like those who lay un-described and silent. Lackadaisical birds. Tell me something other than your two…
Blog, My Poems Psychology & Wine (I apologize in advance; this poem needs a lot of work.) Psychology & Wine 1. At first, when she was nervous, the girl peeled the…
Blog, My Poems Early Signs Of— It was on a night like this when I stopped trying to find you. Your body disappeared, and I was left in a sea of…
Blog, My Poems, Reading This is the time, and this is the record of the time. “This is your captain: We are going down. We are all going down…together.” from Laurie Anderson’s “From the Air” LAST WINTER In the last few…
Blog, My Poems Rewrite I’m reworking “The Nightsky Often Looks Like a Mound of Feathers” and retitled the poem (I may re-use this title in a future poem). Here’s…
Blog, My Poems Speech Impediment You often says things in which I can say little in return—my growing deficiency—and the sky turns yellow. We lay a blanket in a field…
