The woman sat on the train wrapped tightly in her coat. She stared at herself in the window and eyed the other passengers.
My therapist’s name was Sean. I remember that most of all because it was easy for me to say. The sound sh never caused trouble. I could curse or tell people to shut up all day long. But es caused a world of trouble.
When clearly it could be a mommy or even a child for that matter.
BESTIARY was released in October of 2016 by Graywolf Press and has garnered a great deal of praise, including being longlisted for the 2016 National Book Award in Poetry. Kelly was kind enough to answer a few of my questions via email regarding the notion of self in poetry, how trauma and grief can manifest in art, and how her critical work informs (or fails to inform) her poetry.
In memory, we wanted to repost this gem from 2014 by Amanda Goldblatt that used Mary Tyler Moore as a lens to become a "review of friendship."
Later that evening, when confronted about my absence, I told her that my grandfather said I looked sick and should go home. His senility always made him my reliable scapegoat.
Miracles come more seldom now.
It’s satellite interference.
In the far-flung depths of the future, historians
will look back to this day and say, "This
is where it all went wrong."
My perverse compassion had destroyed all traces of a once-in-a-lifetime trip.
A Tribe Called Quest
We Got It From Here... Thank You 4 Your Service
Released: November 11, 2016
Label: Epic Records
Length: 61 minutes, 16 songs
All of my favorite people are
She needs a quick blowout, so I comb and press her golden hair until is a sheer curtain fluttering around a face thrown open to love.
When I am not exercising or performing space walks or cleaning or developing vehicle software, I watch the sun rise 16 times a day.
I had written a few aborted short stories before, but really I specialized in aborted novels.
Because you find it interesting and want it analyzed without the burden of being analyzed yourself.
This guy’s old school, Roselli says to me over the phone, real old school. How old school can you be, I’m thinking, in a sport that’s already run its course in just a few years.
As the real world feels increasingly devoid of magic, we are correct to admire those writers who attempt to interject some magic back into it.
