Tag Archives: Prose Poetry

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; / But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four hills and a cloud.” — Wallace Stevens / “Of the … Continue reading →

Autocorrectionals I was assigned a sanity rating at birth that does not compute. The birds don’t sing as much as they scream—a singer once sang that, and it was recorded—go and check. I’ve checked my packets, and all the seeds … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: “I’m waiting for the words / to catch up to my heart / which is / elliptical at the moment” — Jason Bayani / “Someday, Again”

Run Away There’s a need to say something—but what? That I’ve run away from home again? That I’m trying to figure out why Pablo Fanques Fair was such a scene? That the scree and other debris that gets in my … Continue reading →

Stabilo: The fable persuaderThe deep pocket pusher of dreamsFine line sharpener of fancy and flightScrimper and scavenger of marrow-bone pithy and whiteNails plastic lobsters onto dead sycamoresInscribes chalk circles in the middle of the streetLoves Luci Dead LimbCries at the … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: “People sometimes come to galleries feeling that they need to understand … when all they need to do is respond.” — Mike Collier, to Dan Rubinstein / Born to Walk: The Transformative Power of a Pedestrian Act

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “I stole the yellow birdThat lives in the devil’s sexHe will teach me how to seduce” — Joyce Mansour / “I stole the yellow bird …” “on Sunday after church I took a … Continue reading →