Waking Up (live)
Adrian Blevins reading Waking Up, recorded live at the Fishouse launch party, Bowdoin College, Brunswick, Maine, April 30, 2005
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Adrian Blevins Q&A with some advice to young writers
Adrian Blevins, author of The Brass Girl Brouhaha, winner of the 2004 Kate Tufts Discovery Award, and professor at Colby College, offers some advice to young writers.
Melting
Being a glacier, I remember birth, The waves of stars falling over the years, White, six-pointed stars descending to form My soul. On my birthday, it always snows. Being the sea, you wait for everything With motherly love. You eat continents Of land, continents of ice. Your blue tongue Catches snow. You taste like salt. […]
Ode: To Trees
You giants, you dwarves; you leaners, you poles; you gnarled fists, you saplings with two leaves; you bare harbingers of cold, you budding heralds of green . . . I sing your praise. You earth holders, you soil protectors; you bird sanctuaries, you shelters for the deer; you child dandlers (I’ve seen you bounce them […]
Three Answers In Spring
1. Resurrection The corpses rise and challenge, coaxing me To rise, and, though I like spring, I hate this Constant rotting and rejuvenation Of flesh. The roots of the apple tree grip The long buried heart, and when the bees buzz Around the buds, it’s like flies feeding on Carrion. I’ve accepted the formal Attire […]
Chocolate Covered Apricots
Some nights have their rivers of milky light. In the rainy city the lights become Beams, fuzzy and bleeding, on the wet streets, Lights meandering through intersections Where freshly cut Christmas trees lean against Wires and giant sawhorses, young trees cut Off but safe, for now, in large numbers, and happy, Perhaps, to be away […]
Animal Crackers
Running through a forest in my bedroom I pass a lion sweet golden brown. A gorilla hangs on a vine near my closet. I eat his bananas. I rhinoceros chases me under my bed. I bite off his head. Crisp gazelles crunch lightly; giraffes slide down my throat. Teeth-snapping alligators and tasty tigers get the […]
Skaters of Corea Harbor
The harbor seldom freezes. When it does Only the hollow-boned gulls on their webbed Feet can enjoy the thin, brittle ice. Men In heavy boots and layers of wool break Through if they are so foolish as to try. Instead they wait for calm November dawns Like today, when the boats float on the sky. […]