Frank Giampietro Q&A on his poem Angry with You at Bower’s Beach
Frank Giampietro talks about the genesis of his poem “Angry with You at Bower’s Beach.”
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Frank Giampietro Q&A recommends two poets
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Frank Giampietro Q&A on determining form
Frank Giampietro talks about how he determines the form a poem will take.
Footling
We have heard her tell the story over and again, like this: an early spring tornado, a still, yellow sky, nuns who said must have felt better going in than it does coming out as they gave her a hot compress and dimmed the lights for pain. She was half my age now, barely healed […]
1979
That year was the cyanide hiding in the stone of a peach. Look, how yellow the photographs, a nicotine sheen on our happy days, a disease roiling out of the Congo to lay flat my first fathers before I learned to spell their names. Eric, for example, Erique, with that surprise ending to match his […]
The Smell of Snake
Few memories, those years besides the smell of dead kittens under the car and the cucumber of copperheads crisping the creek where I waded with a net from our above-ground pool to scoop up black tadpoles and crawdads, the adrenaline flash of minnows silvering an orange bucket. Few memories of you, nothing to say about […]
Speak & Spell
Of course I always did spell it wrong. Cause there’s no way to speak and spell things right, especially after all those years washing with a wursh rag, frying in earl, stuffing my drawers in a shiffarobe, settling down into a pilot on the floor. And it’s true, I got up in front of a […]
How To Forgive
plant it in the folds of your intestines where it is warm and dark and swimming in shit. keep it there in the churning wormed organs, hold it still, claim it your own. say this is mine—my garbage, my rot, my rage, and i will not just lay it down. rock it in your arms […]