April 2016
Poetry is a lonely business, but I have a friend who plays guitar, and when I play bass with him, I find community. My most recent book is In This Place: Selected Poems 1982-2013 and I've had recent poems in Hummingbird, Atticus Review, Hamilton Stone Review, and other literary magazines. I'm honored to serve as managing editor of the Lorine Niedecker Monograph Series, What Region?. I blog as The Middlewesterner (www.middlewesterner.com), and have put up at least five little poems a week since mid-2008.
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Invitation I sit here with sound scratching its way out of the paper, as if a poem could sing these marks, could make sense of them. As if it could say: You, there. Listen here! What Is Poetry? A practiced tongue which rolls these consonants and vowels from nonsense to the heart. Morning Notes The bird like a tree. The poem like a storm, an empty cup, the wind. Words all day every day sometimes. Sometimes silence. His Ars Poetica There is no poetry but poetry. |
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