Tag: Pisces
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* autumning with jane hirshfield
Oyes en medio del otoño detonaciones amarillas? (In the middle of autumn do you hear yellow explosions?) — Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions * Neruda’s lines above evoke a pleasing moment of synesthesia, blurring the sight of yellow leaves with the sound of explosions. As the season changes, I can’t help but see such blurred…
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* arguing & anniversarying
The photo above is of my work desk at the Cincinnati Review office. The moon painting featured here was one of the first my wife worked on during our time living in Cincinnati. Her artwork inspires me, which is one of the reasons why it is featured on the covers of four of my chapbooks…
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* meditating with yannis ritsos
In my recent interview as part of my Distinguished Poet feature for The Inflectionist Review, I spend some time talking about the poet Yannis Ritsos and his poem “Protection” which I wrote about two years ago here. I feel that ever since discovering Ritsos’s work years ago I keep coming back. The most recent return has…
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* knocking around with kenyon & meyers
The Suitor – Jane Kenyon We lie back to back. Curtains lift and fall, like the chest of someone sleeping. Wind moves the leaves of the box elder; they show all their light undersides, turning all at once like a school of fish. Suddenly I understand that I am happy. For months this feeling has…
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* skimming with kelli russell agodon
Reading through Kelli Russell Agodon’s collection, Letters from the Emily Dickinson Room, I was moved again and again by the kinship evoked between speaker and the poets addressed throughout the poems, but also between poet and craft, and poet to poet. In this week’s poem, “Yakima Ferry at Sunset,” this idea of kinship is there…
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* short lyrics: (pre)spring mix
As I am on the road – in Corpus Christi, Texas promoting Everything We Think We Hear to be exact – I thought I would do a short, fun post of some seasonal short lyrics. Could be that the winters in Cincinnati are tough that I’ve got spring on my mind already. I’d like to say…
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* walking ash with bert meyers
The Poets – Bert Meyers There he sat among them (his old friends) a walking ash that knows how to smile. And he still dreamed of a style so clear it could wash a face, or make a dry mouth sing. But they laughed, having found themselves more astonishing. They would drive their minds prismatic,…
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* in memory of francisco x. alarcón
The X in My Name – Francisco X. Alarcón the poor signature of my illiterate and peasant self giving away all rights in a deceiving contract for life The death of Francisco X. Alarcón earlier this month has been on my mind as I wrap up my 3rd year reading and work through exams this…
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* salvaging with kay ryan
Salvage – Kay Ryan The wreck is a fact. The worst has happened. The salvage trucks back in and the salvage men begin to sort and stack, whistling as they work. Thanks be to god—again— for extractable elements which are not carriers of pain, for this periodic table at which the self-taught salvagers disassemble the…
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* new blog post at Cincinnati Review blog
Just a quick note to share my latest post for my Cincinnati Review blog column “What’s Poetry Got to Do with It?” Read the new post here. This time around I discuss astrology, focusing on Pisces and Sei Shonagon. Along with expanding on ideas on astrology I’ve shared here on the Influence, this post can…
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