Pray without ceasing. —St. Paul What’s funny is that you think I can stop praying. That you think I take existence—blown dandelion across a philtrum—lightly, as irresponsible birdsong. As the wren, finch, chickadee & prairie warbler. As scarlet tanager, indigo bunting, laughing gull, trumpeter swan. As common sparrows outside my window canting […]
me Ishmael. Call me sailor. But not captain. Call me fishhook. Clean. Call me multipurpose fish scale weighing self-obsession. Call me fish tail in a siren’s silk sheets. Thief in the night. Buccaneer. Call me multipurpose fish scale singing motherfucker, then calling it good. Call me lukewarm algae eater upchucked. Call me match head struck […]
Marcus Wicker offers three pieces of advice to young writers.
My cousin kept me and his little brother saved me from our uncle’s pit bull, then spent seven years in prison for his set. Every other word he said was blood. *** Uncle Nuggie showed us how to make a BB rattle inside a squirrel. Two small holes, enter […]
Tell them not to go to the banks alone. Tell them where they can drink without watching over their shoulders. Tell them drowning is third on your list of concerns. First is lie down, second, come here. Even the water I was baptized in isn’t safe. I knew […]
My Grandmother’s body lives under an ash tree on an old church ground, her spirit can be seen making a maple tree’s shadow jealous. The church’s bricks absorb the choir’s songs, they flake Holy Ghost, If Trouble Don’t Come Today. I visit, fall on my knees, ask her how she doing? How long […]
Tyree Daye talks about how he was introduced to poetry.
Tyree Daye talks about reading his poems aloud when he writes.