Ecology
After Mahmoud Darwish I dreamt of this exodus this wrapping back into what has been unwrapped and again beginning to see Home I breathe now as I’ve begun to resurrect […]
After Mahmoud Darwish I dreamt of this exodus this wrapping back into what has been unwrapped and again beginning to see Home I breathe now as I’ve begun to resurrect […]
Matthew Shenoda offers some advice to young writers.
Matthew Shenoda talks about form in his poems.
Except in dream, where the torn ligature between cause and effect protects us. The body falls into darkness and the darkness pitched in time. Time, the up-rushing ground we never hit, but instead fly over or wake. Every day dire with consequence enough; blame and decay are not freak visits, like May snow or dog […]
You, who are only vaguely familiar, summoned not as dream but afterthought, who passes in newly pressed shame—where are you going? I thought I knew you at first. Almost as a memory fleeing through the schoolyard’s jeering hoots, the shadowy catch-as-catch-can antics left over from boyhood. Almost I was certain when, ducking under […]
Do you see me through the window? Here, half-clothed in sunfall and half again in the cool summer shade of my room, I am at work on heaven. The heavens, rather, since on this globe, rotate those star-leanings known now by astronomers everywhere, and not that divine circular […]
Do you believe, as I do, that what is beautiful today is also ugly today, and tomorrow won’t admit the difference? Tomorrow will know only one condition at a time, in any given place, on the face of any living thing: my child was a beautiful child. Sitting in the stuffed green chair, the […]
For this reason hail in June and how we read the season jeremiad or excuse to shelter in the park gazebo as white granular ciphers written hectic and sky-bitten over the well-mannered lawn spell birdsong despite it all or because of it perhaps grackles crowd lower boughs keen and scold […]