Lindsay Ahl
Lindsay Ahl is the author of the novel Desire, (Coffee House Press). Her work has been published in BOMB Magazine, Fiction Magazine, The Brooklyn Rail, Sententia, Vellum, RHINO, Drunkenboat, and many others.
Lindsay Ahl
Wolf
Wolf, I saw you down at the shoreline. I saw you run under the aquaduct. The rain made it all a blur. Wolf, I saw you on Sunset Boulevard, the cars swerving, that night when the horizon stayed orange. I saw you later in the trash, your eyes yellow, hollowed out, your fur oily, […]
The Long-Horns
For 15 years, I didn’t eat meat. Near the end of that, I’d dream of the long-horned cattle out by the canyon. I’d take a scythe, cut their throats, sit down, drink their blood. I didn’t eat meat even if that’s what the dream meant I should do, until many years later, when mad cow […]
Faulkner
I follow him all the way inside the light all the way inside the ice water until I am on my own. There I hear something like a Siren, something that is trying to lead me astray and meanwhile I’m telling him I know how to swim, but he makes me breathe underwater […]
Pulse
I like guys when they forget I’m around. They hug each other talk about porn move their chairs closer to one another and say things like Yeah, I’m moving my chair closer to this guy. He’s got his thumb on the pulse of the unseen world. And the other guy says, Yeah, I see the […]
The Poppies
If you were here, you would cascade the path to the Golden Gate Bridge. I see your mind in the sun. I see you talking to Robert Hass – incredulous: “Who doesn’t know that poppies are taller than wheat?” You are at a cafe in San Francisco. When you first arrived, you […]
X-Factor
So, this is the thing: there is very little time. It’s uncomfortable to imagine, how each second has already passed, and is already passing and is now over. Even more uncomfortable, this idea of the X factor: the X-factor being related to t = i or e, depending on how you look at it where […]
Lindsay Ahl Q&A on a poem she wishes she’d written
Lindsay Ahl talks about a particular poem that she wishes she’d written.