collecting words for my hoard
Love this Rumpus Late Nite interview with Beth Bachmann, which poses a lovely prompt--my response to which...
I tried this cleanse you know with simple foods
From my desk there is a view of woodpeckers
riding the bare tree / my bare body stood
in Brentwood during formative years
There was a hot tub in the woods
where Mercury spilled / It was an
experiment with food
is all, not really a diet
but it got me back in touch
with something internal
I would only try to detox
my memory bank
to end the yearning
for Brentwood / to end the yearning
for that feeling of forming
you get when you are thirteen
For one weekend in January, it was like spring around these parts, and I happened to be signed up to hang out at KFW’s Hopscotch House, where I discovered a poem by Muriel Rukeyser that somehow I had never read before. I decided I wanted to memorize it and what better way to start than by recording myself reading it since that is how I learn songs, by listening to recordings of them.
And now Poetry is asking us to post such a thing on SoundCloud.
One time I dreamed that my teacher Marianne Boruch was driving a boat down my street.