Cristen Brooks is a mother, a martial artist, and a poet living in Vermont with her husband and son. She completed a Master’s in Liberal Studies from Dartmouth College in Spring 2012. A graduate of Middlebury College and a native of rural New England, she has worked as a book editor, a software support technician, […]
having cast out the barriers having taken the vitamins I made love my devotion I made love my meditation I made the skin the hands the lips the tongue my devotion the nipples collarbone the tender penis my devotion I made the mucus the soft round nose of the cervix my devotion my tides the […]
(Vermont Studio Center) He fills my glass. I point to a canvas, say “Tell me how you made this.” He is smoking while he answers. The studio door is closed. Outside, the party and inside, conversation. He asks if I have ever been unfaithful to my husband. No. His works are cool, careful grids. But […]
Right out from the fizzing white heart of things from the golden white heart the fizzing white heart the golden air drapes over the leaves the grasses dip crows cry jays shank wicked heart of the day heatless sun don’t tell me anything I don’t already know jays go crickering down the field I want […]
(Nicholas Garza) I sleep with my son in my arms a college boy takes a walk after deep snowfall drunk with youth and beauty and rum the snow lights up you can go lightless so long as the path is clear and his path goes straight where there is no definition between bank and creek […]
Cristen Brooks talks about the genesis of her poem “Devotion I.”
Cristen Brooks talks about her writing process.