That woman is an engine, I refuse. To generate. To be chambered. To combust. Let her who would acquire don the masculine article. The necktie and the wingtip and the the. The leather chair, its kingdom. As wispy shadow tidies in the wake. I too unhitch my notice. I touch what I will touch. I […]
Anne Shaw talks about her current poetry project, a poem written through Twitter posts.
Last night I dreamed that starlings flew past the windows, massing in the trees. Like something from Ezekiel, you said. I partly understood the tongues they spoke in. This morning, lightning flickers in the hills. Hornets fling themselves against the glass. Something living rattles in the walls. The book falls open to the word ‘desire.’ […]
Anne Shaw talks about reading her poems aloud when she writes.