Then weeding through birthroot in the neighbor’s flower patch. Again, pole-dancing at the Pink Pussycat. Once in Prague at a distance one fall, cramming yourself and child onto the number six tram and I thought to call out or recant, somehow, our widening elliptical paths, but it was never you to begin with. A […]
An early snow and winter comes into kilter. On the tomato vine I seeded too late in summer, and forgot in […]
Anthony Deaton, author of Rhumb Lines (Sutton Hoo Press, 2002), talks about translation.
Anthony Deaton, author of Rhumb Lines (Sutton Hoo Press, 2002), talks about two poets who have influenced his writing.
Anthony Deaton, author of Rhumb Lines (Sutton Hoo Press, 2002), talks about the beginnings of his poems.
I wanted the blood from the lip you’d bite open for me. I wanted the soft back of your knee that glowed like an otter’s eye, the flag of hair you’d throw out through the wild sky, singing praises to Him through the air. Clearly put, I was not born to be one more […]
The silky hair, black and guided into a slim river down her back was all he could see—won dering if she liked to have it pulled back hard and then her head when she was being fucked, she: turn ing to look up at his face, […]
Dissociation is an attempt to manage the experience of being abused. —The Survivor’s Guide To Sex Those heads floating away on the end of a balloon string? That is it also. And the way I fall to looking like a blank faced stone cat while you fluff me like a pillow. You […]