December 2011
6 posts
“If you asked me to draw a picture of myself I’d draw two. One would be a...”
– DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #92: Your Invisible Inner Terrible Someone - The Rumpus.net
Oh & also:
“You don’t have to read to write poetry, you do for anything else.”
Something from my student's statement of progress:
“In this class I feel my writing skills as far as poetry go have not improved, perhaps there is no room for improvement.”
packing up summer clothes, taking out winter ones
season’s finally changed. the end of this semester marks my being halfway through with my mfa program. crazy, crazy, crazy the things time does.
what i’m saying is, there’s a comfort to the rhythm of folding clothes and stacking them. i hope i find something i’d forgotten i own.
"Her my body," by Bob Hicok
ecantwell:
The dog licks my hand as I worry about the left nipple of the woman in the bathroom. She is drying her hair, the woman whose left nipple is sore. We looked this evening for diagonal cuts or discoloration or bite marks from small insects that may be in our bed. It is a good bed, a faithful bed. A bed that won’t be hurt by the consideration we gave to the possibility of small though...