“You built some dandy walls
That held back the fire
And the barbs
But also the heat
And the fruit
That make it worth the suffering
The wind will blow through the remains
Of your fortress
And that mournful noise
Will be all the eulogy you are entitled”
You speak in riddles because
You ache to speak.
You ache for space
To expand and contract.
I have not shared any of my work-in-progress here because it has felt too close to the bone. It’s a YA. It’s about art. And it’s about time-travel.
Those most beautiful
I couldn’t read for a crowd.
When Sexton, blind with love,
Saw her daughter’s life stretch out,
You’ll have Doctor Who for homework!!!
Here’s what I’m offering at Bellevue College in the Spring (Registration probably begins in March):
Geek Fiction Writing
This course analyzes popular sci-fi,
This is a course description for a poetry class I hope to offer this summer at Bellevue College.
Teen Poet: Dancing on the Razor’s Edge
Poetry is dangerous.
I owe a lot to Anxiety: a degree, income, several books, resistance to credit cards. Anxiety has taken me places I may not otherwise have gone.
This one goes out to Michelle Castleberry, and is best understood as a response to her fabulous poem, “The Gift.”
Drones
The night you stole the hives,
This month I join a slew of poets who will send a postcard a day with an original poem written on it. This one goes to Lenora Good.
Marvin Whickpucket refuses to behave. When you want him to defeat the evil Onchnu, he won’t. Instead, he sits on the couch,
