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Tag Archives: poetry
Thanksgiving Dreamed My Poem
The poem I’m wrestling with wrestled with me all week.My dreamlife gave me these ideas: That pungent vinaigrette in the little dish:pour the rest over the poem. It will taste delicious. Push that boulder which is also a wordover the poem’s … Continue reading
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Tagged dreamwork, poems, poetry, synesthesia, Unconscious, writer's block
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On Seeing Kara Walker in Mary Janes
I was curious about the guard when she came over.There was a gap between her teeth, coffee-skinned, in museum guard clothes. Around us the monstrosities of race, freestanding caricatures of the enslaved with robotic nerves – a man strives after a severed limb; … Continue reading
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Tagged art, museums, poetry, random encounters, SFMoMA, traveling
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Poetry’s “Winged Words”
I’m becoming a real fan of poetry read aloud. I love to hear words animated. Silence falls, and the voice, with its hypnotic or musical or walking tones, steps in. Now that I’ve had the chance to read several times from … Continue reading
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Tagged Book readings, Homer, Oral Poetry, poetry, Providence, Read Aloud, Symposium Books, Wittgenstein
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Road Trip
Along comes the poet in her own lane,seeing a pale moon disktickled by fall grasses. So much wrestling, keep beauty and truth tattooed on the forehead, as one’s own headlights, a third eye. Tremble. To be so vulnerable, yet so powerful.
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Tagged eyes on the prize, full moon, poetry, values
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A Short Interview with Myself
A SHORT INTERVIEW WITH MYSELF Reader: Your chapbook “Diaspora of Things” stems from the occasion of dismantling your mother’s house. In the commentary, I read that the speaker moves from inert mute grief and disorientation to a greater understanding of differences and … Continue reading
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Tagged Diaspora of Things, family, Merleau-Ponty, mother-daughter, phenomenology, poetry, poetry chapbook, theory
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Diaspora of Things
My chapbook, “Diaspora of Things,” will be coming out in a few weeks. It’s been a while since my last brush with the publishing world. Poets warned that I wouldn’t have much control. It would be the equivalent of “making a … Continue reading
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Tagged anxiety, conflict, Marketing, poetry, poetry business, poetry press, Publishing, Self-Promotion
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Aghast
I’ve been aghast these many monthsthe months bunch up, like a patient upon a tableanesthetized, on half-burned grass, aghast again, at August’s end So many months with broken breath, now snot rags, ragweed,wheezing; the peeved grass,having lost what was naïvealso clotted in a sneeze … Continue reading
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Tagged Fever, Hayfever, Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, poetry, politics, Summer's end, T.S. Eliot
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Before the Fire, Dusk
The old man at duskcomes around the bend puffing his cigar and a bat shadows me as I walk towards the sun, its alchemy golding pine needles on the ground,igniting grape vines. Hills recline in the distancesmudged by a hand working … Continue reading
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Tagged climate change, Corbieres fire, Crepuscule, French village, Narbonne fire, poetry, Rustiques, twilight, wildfires
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USHA
All lines of the poem arrive, perfect in itself except that it needs to be written. The gestalt in a swift and complete vision. Start. Where. So many words crowd the mouth. Also tongue-tied. Vision – the Puritan town made worldly. Sunshines on it. The clapboard café. Iced … Continue reading
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Tagged Brown University, immigrants, immigration policy, Ivy League, J.D.Vance, poetry, politics, Providence, university vendetta, Usha Vance, vice president wife
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