i²= -1 As in light coming distances in the humming blankness from stars already shuttered and collapsed, as in the volume of water not in a bottle, the area of the shadow of a missing limb. The way winter light through glass warms nothing. The speed at which, on the rain-slick leaf-scattered Kittaning Pike, the […]
This poem is brought to you by the letter C. Cattle egret, Big Bird says, cetacean, the word squeaking like wet whale skin. Big Bird keeps it real—his thug-life strut. Do you like giants? Only the small ones, the boy says. Chinese catfish, cassava, cassowary. He’s an intellectual, spends his days off in coffeehouses, crossing […]
How to count? Begin with one, or n + 1 where n is the number of ants in a colony, and 1 is you looking over your own shoulder, looking into the earth, driving a stick down into the mound like a gifted chimp, pulling it out to count the inscrutable bodies, huge headed warriors […]
Because some birds land only to nest, because they travel through the canyon’s half-light like science fiction standards, the swerve and veer through a dangerous chute, because down valley the landscape fades to a geometric test of wills—algebraic agriculture arguing with the river’s floodplain calculus—because the clouds branch and froth in blossom above the Allegheny […]
Under the catastrophic dark, the comet splintering the sky with its ancient grief, under the splay-handed palms, under drinks glowering dark in globes of glass, under the tender humidity, the phosphorescent surf, under the calls of night jars chuckling up from the ground, under the ticking aloe under the moon’s absence, under, under, under. Under […]
Jeffrey Thomson talks about the genesis of his poems, “Fabulous Ones,” “Innumerable Ones,” and “those that have just broken a flower vase.”
Jeffrey Thomson talks about how he first became interested in poetry.
Jeffrey Thomson offers some advice to young writers and aspiring poets.