Jacques Rancourt Q&A on his writing time
Jacques Rancourt talks about his writing time.
Jacques Rancourt
Jacques Rancourt Q&A on obstacles to becoming a poet
Jacques Rancourt talks about the most difficult obstacle he had to overcome to be a poet.
Jacques Rancourt
Jacques J. Rancourt is the author of Novena (Pleiades Press, 2017), winner of the Lena-Miles Wever Todd prize, and the forthcoming chapbook In the Time of PrEP (Beloit Poetry Journal, 2018). He has held poetry fellowships from the Wisconsin Institute for Creative Writing, the Cité Internationale des Arts in Paris, and Stanford University, where he was […]
History
In that endless season of dead grass and rot, I stood in a tree and named the cows in the field beside my house after brands of sodas. I’d go to Jeb’s when his mother was out and we’d wear her silk nightgowns. Basketball boobs, stitches stretched, we lip-synced as Celine and Whitney, […]
Hello My Name is Also Jacques Rancourt
So you already know we’ve placed ourselves in the nape of the rake. Copper harp. Sickle- tongued. You know each year we’ve braided strands of wheat into rope to tie about our necks. My father, a Jacques Rancourt too, split back the wormed casing of a rotted tree to remind me we […]
Bounding Wet Dark
and the fields are wet too, the grass, the questions we press together to answer. You are the last candle from the barn I blow out. Sunday wish, we are alive only a short time. What is the purpose of a field if not to lie in it?— So we […]
American Shrapnel
I’m aware of the dead’s hands on my shoulders, their shoulders torn by barbs and bottles, hands that lead but do not aid. In the blue before morning I come across you, and because I want someone to kiss me I lock eyes with you like a sickle locks wheat, like it […]
No Miracle, No Act of God
What should not stay unsaid will grow wild as chicory flowers, as the mushrooms on the damp side of a tree. In that time after sunrise but before the light hits the shore, that time animals know, my father took me in his canoe onto Greenwood Pond. Passing by Flint’s cabin and the A-frames, […]