Portrait of the Bouquet as Portent Who doesn’t like a stunning bouquet of fresh flowers? Their fleeting nature makes them seem more precious. But then there is the slow deterioration as the flowers shrivel and wilt. I feel disloyal, throwing…
What are the earliest memories you have of that place? The house my family lived in on Magee Avenue wasn’t the first place I remember living, but even so the earliest memories have a ghostly, fading-in-and-out quality to them.
World Cup play has started! We caught a few soccer games this weekend, and are looking forward to more. This week’s poem is a soccer poem, Fetch.
“Blank” is a state of pre-being, emptiness, isolation. erasure. This poem has 30+ uses of ‘blank’ — you tell me if it’s too much or not enough.
Worst. Flight. Ever. To. Djimma. The first time I went to Ethiopia was just about twenty years ago now. The flight my colleague and I took from Addis Ababa to Djimma still holds the record for worst plane flight I’ve…
