On Writing

Poem 246 – On Grant Applications As Considered by Shirley Valentine (in conversation with Wall)

On Grant Applications As Considered by Shirley Valentine (in conversation with Wall) Oh Wall, are we doing this again?Am I right heading ‘round the bend believingmy writing is good enough for a fat wad of money?Wait a minute!Oh Wall! It is good, my writing!You know it. Of course you do!I’ve been reading it out loud… Continue reading Poem 246 – On Grant Applications As Considered by Shirley Valentine (in conversation with Wall)

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Poem 245 – How to do Something: Hang a Wet Pillowcase on the Clothesline

How to Do Something: Hang a Wet Pillowcase on the Clothesline pull out the linestretch it across the weed-woven lawnbe mindful of dog piles of shit, edgeswhitening from the heatclip the metal onto the hooktighten the lineit needs to be taut to hold the wet from the broken teal hampertake out the crumpled pillowcasehold two… Continue reading Poem 245 – How to do Something: Hang a Wet Pillowcase on the Clothesline

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Poem 243 – Upon Entering My Bedroom After Dinner

Upon Entering My Bedroom After Dinner the way the smell of our meallands like a room within a roomcurtains of carbsbed of butteregg yolk sizzle moments in a housewhen it reveals its layersthe way it decorateswith scents paints nostalgiain my nostrils likehair triggers for whena waft of the past expandsin a foreign air around me… Continue reading Poem 243 – Upon Entering My Bedroom After Dinner