Patrick Rosal at Bowdoin College
Patrick Rosal recorded live at the Fishouse launch party, Bowdoin College, Brunswick, Maine, April 30, 2005.
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Gibson Fay-LeBlanc at Bowdoin College
Gibson Fay-LeBlanc recorded live at the Fishouse launch party, Bowdoin College, Brunswick, Maine, April 30, 2005.
The Evangalist at a Distinct Advantage
Divinity is contagious, some sticks to me, like dust, or drugs. It drips down, slow as love – dumb and second-hand. I was His favorite. He preferred me to eternity. But He was painted in. I pain not. Nor shall I pant, or want. I am nothing but a word. […]
16. After Abraham Mourns, He Requests Another Son
Off day, the prairie sill at evening, choked with mustard, thistle, the coarse meadows failing at twilight. Then father went out. To see early stars turning on their bitter wheel, the small flames making the lowland evening blacker. I’m old, he said to the night, […]
15. White: Echo
As white shutters and as white As tourniquet, As black As creeks, As numerous As glass, the window shattered, kindly, to save the fist As groan, as famine feeds thin dogs, the father falls As pinetrees into pitch, as tongs hammered […]
8. What Isaac Knew of Forgiveness
He counts on me like he counts the corn, worrying down to Harvest. While Father sleeps, the moon gets fat on cheese. It lasts all night, her little head on fire, still eating. She’s like me, I heal well, too. When Father leaves for town, there will be a silver flask, […]
6. The Past Described, As a Figure
What were those days like? Remembering is like remembering white, or water. It’s another resemblance, the libraries packed with broken metaphors, book after book filled with “water is like…”, “white as…” When Alexandria caught fire, the librarians burned like candles, like suet. As for the manuscripts and their similes, nothing was […]
1. Coming In
from The Book of Isaac, Burning I will let him come freely into my presence and he can come close to me; who else, indeed, would risk his life by coming close to me? —Jeremiah […]