This world contains many worlds. Why should the law of scarcity reign? Money is an odd commodity, a broken palindrome. I make it, I spend it, and, like a dumb squirrel, forget to bury it for winter. Memory equals intelligence for many species. Do you know where you hid that bone? I’m not you and […]
Virginia Konchan talks about determining the form a poem will take.
Virginia Konchan talks about a current writing project.
Virginia Konchan with some advice to young writers.
Listen, as one sound moves around the projection of another. Listen to the colloquy of sparrows, arabesques of orbiting moths. The pious eye is reliable transportation. But what does this have to do with God? It has been an exciting morning: I have rested, drooling at the mouth-hole. Forgive me, or don’t forgive me—what do […]
That there should be ceremony. A way in to the photo album before sepia became de rigueur. That there should be upright collars, a flower on the mantle as a timepiece. In this way the flower does not differ from the camera itself, from the lucidity of the operative lens with its shuttlecock eye, closing […]
There is a difference between clarity and charity. There is a difference between mimesis and god. Contingency, contingency: who can bear the cruelty of winter, that consummate objet d’art? I am still glued to myself. Meditation hasn’t worked, nor religion, useless homilies resounding in the ear. That machine won’t do what I tell it to […]
Virginia Konchan is author of two poetry collections, Any God Will Do (Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2020) and The End of Spectacle (Carnegie Mellon, 2018); a collection of short stories, Anatomical Gift (Noctuary Press, 2017); and three chapbooks, including The New Alphabets (Anstruther Press, 2019). Her poetry has appeared in The New Yorker, The New […]