Lee Sharkey Q&A on her poem “What the news won’t tell”
Lee Sharkey talks about the genesis of her poem “What the news won’t tell.”
Lee Sharkey talks about the genesis of her poem “What the news won’t tell.”
Lee Sharkey talks about her writing time.
Lee Sharkey reads on comments on her favorite poem, Muriel Rukeyser’s “Poem.”
“Non saperlo per te, pei tuoi puri occhi muore Butterfly…” —Giacomo Puccini, Madama Butterfly Again, my false mother of verbena is singing The aria that I’ll recite as if I’m a natural Child among night flowers opening their dark eyes to the moon Not a mother to the ocean that bears its resemblance Like a […]
for omma Outside your lit window, I stand ten thousand miles away. Our distance shifts whenever you pass from room to room, Whenever I pause from reading Kim So Wol’s poetry.
“Might it be that this piece of wood has learned to weep and cry like a child?” —C. Collodi, The Adventures of Pinocchio As he angled the screw into the joint he hesitated to fasten its knee more real than his own stiffened by winters, nights of hearth & plates of black bread that taught […]
I remain in your leave-taking like the mandolin’s note. Long and lingering perfume of petals enfolds my body because you desired me in a red aura of candles, then clouded by your palms seeking my origins in cities you traveled in search of Lorca finding sandalwood uncurling like a ghost in a room darkened by […]
“I the undersigned, hereby certify I have custody of the records of birth Relating to said child, in my office And as required by the law.” —Livingstone Adoption Agency Confucius can’t spank me with a bamboo switch. I’ve folded paper cranes for your journey here, learned Hangul from tutors so that I can greet you, […]