I crossed a continent. I fell in love with a woman I’d never met. I lay in the fetal position as a woman I loved beat me. I masturbated in a synagogue. I ate kangaroo meat. I filled the bottom of a tent with vomit. I passed a kidney stone. My GI tract shut down. […]
Seth Abramson talks about the genesis of his poem “Amoral.”
Seth Abramson talks about determining the form of a poem will take.
Seth Abramson talks about the formal strategy he employed in his poem “White Privelege.”
Twelve hours ago, your tie came undone. I endure. Is it steroids? Is this part of the ritual? This is the time to say something nice: I wish to mate. I am unsure of the etiquette. There will be authorities, a bit of a bum, a little organization. You, turned off. (A hundred lifetimes ago, […]
I. I am a teacher, with wires you can’t see but feel. You were all those things from before obstacles, pollution, and debris. In the pool we went at it. You got big and drunk and weird, corroded by my love. I knew by then my character was the teacher. […]
You know, I do hate it when people say that, and I always hear other people say they hate it too, but then I say it— I don’t know. What I want to say about this one as an introduction is that it was inspired by a doomed relationship, the sort of relationship that […]
A graduate of Harvard Law School and the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, Seth Abramson is the author of four collections of poetry: Metamericana (BlazeVOX [books], 2015); Thievery (University of Akron Press, 2013), winner of the 2012 Akron Poetry Prize; Northerners (Western Michigan University Press, 2011), winner of the 2010 Green Rose Prize from New Issues Poetry & […]