Monthly Archives: April 2011

  Rooms Rooms I (I will not say worked in) once heard in. Words my mouth heard then—be with me. Rooms, you open onto one another: still house this life, be in me when I leave from Earlier Poems, Franz … Continue reading →

  Late Poem  . . . a matter of changing a slide in a magic lantern. —Vladimir Nabokov, Ada I wish we were Indians and ate foie gras and drove a gas-guzzler and never wore seat belts I’d have a … Continue reading →

A few nights ago, instead of sitting in the dark with a lit candle, I opened the April 18, 2011, issue of the New Yorker. Before I turned to the contents, I glanced through the window, surprised when I saw the branches … Continue reading →

This is a disjointed, meandering, incomplete post on the subject of hauntings and synchronicity. Thanks to Deborah Poe for allowing me to use the transcript of her 2010 AWP panel, A Chorus of Hauntings, and to Marcia Giri for her video … Continue reading →

And then, of course, last night out of the cold room where we keep the old video cassettes that still fit the VCR came a flick I haven’t watched in years. As if to mock me. Oh, really? You want to … Continue reading →

Accessories That Do Not, In Fact, Inherently Constitute A Strong Female Character –the rejectionist, Wednesday March 23, 2011 Last week Wednesday, the second day of the new quarter, some of the students in my evening class were beginning to turn particularly … Continue reading →

Each evening around six-thirty, a word drops into my box, a random word of the day, sent from the editors of the OED to those who subscribe. Some days, though, the word strikes me as something more than random, something pertinent, something … Continue reading →

  Unholy Saturday Three boys down by the river search for crawdads. One has hammered a spear from a curtain rod, and head down, jeans rolled up to his knees, wades against the river’s current. Barely seven, he’s the most … Continue reading →