Doug Van Gundy Q&A on reading his poems aloud
Doug Van Gundy talks about reading his poems aloud when he writes.
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Doug Van Gundy Q&A on his poem “The Martyrdom of Saint Porcine”
Doug Van Gundy talks about his poem “The Martyrdom of Saint Porcine.”
After the Vision of Her Face
I knew nothing, not the slow-motion billow Of cumulo-nimbus overhead, nor the infinite depth Of pale blue sky, not even the annoyance Of black flies. I knew nothing except fatigue – A joyous blur that fogged every word I hoped to speak or would again read Or wrap into the semblance of a thought. […]
Certain Children in Central Park
They command from the pram, these children, in their nanny-powered strollers, little SUV’s that bully the walkways and rule the paths. They wield proud smiles from bikes with training wheels. They beseech half-awake, unshaven dads or tell their mother, “No.” They do not want to go toward the carousel. It’s the robin in the flower […]
A Late Summer Day in New Haven
I. Today, when air is heavy, thick with over-ripened thoughts, with the smell of sea lightly tingeing it with a salty taste of languor, the apocalypse unfolds. As I walk the bustling streets of New Haven, packed with sidewalk rug sales, with haunting notes from a blues harp, with oblivious college students, cell-phoned into their […]
Love like a stone
I have sunk to the bottom of my heart. Like a stone picked up from an old gravel road, tossed into a fast-flowing stream, mired in river bottom mud. The current that washes over me, perhaps forever, washes me in regret. I love a woman who does not love me. You pick up […]
The Clothespin
La vita è triste ed io son solo. – Dino Campana The clothespin hangs on the gray line Halfway between the stolid oak and the house. I see an orange angel, perched like a bird, Solitary, still, as snow falls straight down. Its presence sags slightly in my mind, Suspended, as though […]