Jefferson Navicky Q&A on the obstacles to poetry
Jefferson Navicky talks about the greatest obstacles he’s faced in becoming a poet.
Jefferson Navicky talks about the greatest obstacles he’s faced in becoming a poet.
Jefferson Navicky talks about the prose poem.
Jefferson Navicky reads the poem “14 Penobscot Street” by Elizabeth Tibbetts from her collection Say What You Can.
The general is generally not an angry man, not the type of man to cut off ears and collect them for future dinner parties. And yet something will have to inspire him to inspire his troops. Rumors have the general’s men at eighty-one and the enemy’s at one thousand two hundred. A massacre sometimes sounds […]
Human Co. is filled, as necessary, with thin, near-torso-less bodies. Graceful arabesques falling from the oval thumbprint of the head. One must imagine the curve of the ribs, the splay of the back; even, to some extent, the span of the shoulders. So much of the body has been given to the stage. Humans […]
My father could take apart a dryer, said to my mother: you’re the only one who can handle me, which meant: I’m a motherfucker and I love you, a more difficult sound to form on the tongue. The ear doesn’t do enough work in fatherhood. My father listens to birds feeding, the emphasis on waiting. […]
In the dream, she exclaimed, we’re having a baby! She waited for a reply, but there wasn’t one. The silence meant no. I’m sitting in the office, alone, before class. Evening is coming down. I’m hungry and children’s voices break through the window from the school next door. Cars cruise by at speeds too fast […]