work

abandoned mine Kellogg Idaho

This is how my writing is. A looming edifice.


Also this:

Jolly Green Giant

So jolly and large. Standing on my chest. Hands at hips. 
Pleased as punch the writing goes no where.




I want/know/hope the work will look like this:

Joan Mitchell

Eduardo C. Corral: His Slow Lightning!
Another of my fellow NEA-ers' books.
Inspiring in its various forms. 


Some lines:

Every word I utter/is opalescent. 

Through the window, sky like a torn sketch of the ocean. 

I asked once for a sonnet. You
peeled back the skin and muscle of your left hand: fourteen bones. 

I know
what Eve
didn't know: a serpent
is a fruit eaten to the core. 

 

 

Next on NEA reading list: Jill Alexander Essbaum's Necropolis.