Robin Beth Schaer Q&A on becoming a poet
Robin Beth Schaer, a Pushcart Prize nominee, talks about how she became a poet.
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2006-2007 Reading Series
Please scroll down for spring ’07 info. Fall 2006 The From the Fishouse reading series is generously supported by Bowdoin College, the Andrew W. Mellon Foundation, and the Davis Family Foundation. Tyehimba Jess: Thursday, September 7, 2006 7:30 p.m., Bowdoin College, Donald B. MacMillan House, 5 McKeen Street, Brunswick, Maine Tyehimba Jess’s first book of […]
Stupid
Injuries are, mostly. There’s that moment, lucid and still as a Sunday in June, when you know– but do it anyway, like running in rain down steep trails whose paths are a jumble of roots and rocks– like grabbing the wire just now getting caught in the mower’s whirling blade. Later, nursing your cut, break […]
Dark Chocolate
She smells like herself again, all of me washed (I hope reluctantly) away. We embrace with a hint of the military, though who’s the soldier, I couldn’t say. Slow missile, I aim my car toward the dark reaches of another state, and begin to calculate my ETA, absently lick my too-dry lips– the last remnant […]
Living Without Memory
She’s riding home on the crowded subway, staring at the back of her hand where the familiar half-moon scar curves over a knuckle: She was washing a cup and it broke with her hand inside it. She studies her square palm, long fingers, beginning of a hangnail. She has a sudden sense of vertigo, and […]
Infidelity
I never stopped to consider its less illicit pleasures: its syllables tumbling so readily off the tongue, the tongue slapping lightly, repeatedly, the roof of the mouth, the mouth left open, as if with expectation, or in surprise, or song—this solo which leaves you alone, holding the final note.
Instructions for When You Feel That Your Head Is About to Explode
1) Rub two “Number 2” pencils together until you’ve worn a sort of saddle in each, exposing the graphite center. 2) Glue the saddle sides together carefully, forming a crucifix. 3) Glue the crucifix to a blank page of paper and hang it above your desk. 4) Think about it–all day if you wish. 5) […]
Turning Forty: What I Say, What I Know
I say no sex is worth dying for, no man worth living with—nevermind for— I say Caution comma is my new first name, my old first name, my last— I say not even Death will know me. I know the first bite of any apple’s best: the one the mouth’s juices leap to meet, the […]