Shred
I hold anger in hand paper shreds bits of this & that get the vacuum suck then toss calamity like tissues & phlegm
Awake
Morshawn dreamed himself awake flowers in porcelain toilets & tubs clogged fair warning something was happening
Flip Turn
If it weren’t for pop-ups, run-away-ascents, I’d be diving instead of speculating fictive rhyme schemes (abababcc).
Surfacing
I’m re-entering Surfacing. Free diving – the extreme sport. Epic poem as metaphor. Really ready to reenter where it began. Flicking away the pretend – afraid to lose consciousness during this ascent. Rhyme scheme ottva rima (abababcc).
AWP 16
The Association of Writers and Writing Programs conference I attended in Los Angeles has been over a month ago but I’m still talking about it to friends and family. Particularly the story that I swear to goddess I am not embellishing, the story where I coached my shy extroverted me to find Claudia Rankine in …