Either Swallow Fire or Iron Jaw
Every time I looked at this photo…I had the same thought, it looked like the [gallows], […]
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Anterior of a Razed Room
What corseting—: the room cinched in as the wrecking drill bores down, its metal threaded vertebrae spiraling slow through our plaster and horsehair insulation, the seven-layer wallpapers caked over and over each other—a city falling asleep under another city and another. Our furniture slides toward a center— the drill in the parlor a bright needle, […]
X-Ray Pastoral
“The clouds are a marriage dress, of that pallor.” Sent for everything capsuled in a blankness. A leeching of—. My hands cupping nothing and utterly unasked for. It is whiting-out here, a hospitaled sky. The prairie grass lapsed into the almost-opaque state of scotch tape (the flimse […]
Descending to Level
First heart container in the ribcage. Shiver down; plunge the spine. I loop my lungs on string and swing them around: lung to lung. Second heart container in the hand. Shake against; snow the bone. I clasp my fingers on ice and bite its melt: marrow to lung. Third heart container in the artery. Splice […]
[Bias 1]: Singular Orphic Selves
Who controls the past controls the future: who controls the present controls the past. […]
Cori A. Winrock Q&A on her writing time
Cori A. Winrock talks about her writing time.
Cori A. Winrock Q&A on reading her poems aloud
Cori A. Winrock talks about reading her poems aloud as she writes.
Cori A. Winrock Q&A on the pleasure and pain of writing
Cori A. Winrock talks about what she finds to be the most pleasurable and the most painful aspects of writing poetry, and about her poem “Anterior of a Razed Room.”