January 23, 2013
January 22, 2013
November 13, 2012
Michiko is dying in the house behind me,/ the long windows open so I can hear / the faint sound she will make when she wants / watermelon to suck or so I can take her / to a bucket in the corner of the high-ceilinged room / which is the best we can do for a chamber pot. / She will lean against my leg as she sits / so as not to fall over in her weakness. / How strange and fine to get so near to it. / The arches of her feet are like voices / of children calling in the grove of lemon trees, / where my heart is as helpless as crushed birds.   from "Finding Something" —Jack Gilbert, 1925-2012
August 21, 2012
I am finally back in Tuscaloosa after 3.5 weeks of travel, golf, boats, olympics, bocce, etc. in the north and 1089 miles of driving over the past two days. It is too hot but it is almost always too hot. School starts tomorrow. Football starts in a week and a half. I am finishing my syllabus and wondering if I should get a second job and looking forward to a lot of kitchen experiments this semester. Looking forward to September 1st submissions as usual, though more focused on book submissions than individual poems these days.
June 21, 2012
June 13, 2012
If you haven't read Olivia Cronk's book, Skin Horse, maybe I can convince you to with this review I did for Black Warrior Review.