Maybe it was the way she swayed that pond lily heavy headed filament legged sway the clotted-cream white throat of the one riotous bloom her blue-veined petal skin and bright pollen hair; maybe, how she’d bend and turn to show every curve at once —lip and lash, flat wide bowl of hip, its taper […]
The crickets are sounding a catastrophe outside my window, reminding me of the painted tin clickers whose tongues we’d arc and release, consolation prizes for the perennially rigged ring toss, that huge stuffed Orangutan getting more moth-eaten every year, smell of sweat and hot axel grease, gear eating gear when the paint-peeling rolly […]
Ours is the curse of the blighted touch that wilts every green shoot and flower we mean to admire, keep, re-create or improve. New Zealand’s Huia Bird, prized for her scimitar beak and pleated Victorian petticoat tail, was hunted extinct except for this diving-belled brooch and sad hatband, fast falling to dust […]
Rebecca Foust talks about the genesis of her poem “Wild Swan.”
Rebecca Foust talks about how she became interested in writing poetry.
Rebecca Foust offers advice to young writers.
Rebecca Foust on what she finds to be the most pleasurable aspect of writing.