should tickle us silly, each bright syllable
a spandrel, a mountain summit, a new planet
swimming into its ken, so perfect
you couldn’t possibly have written it. [read more]
Like most people, I wear many masks: husband, father, poet, teacher, skateboarder. I go through phases and this blog has tracked them off and on since 2009. It’s a mixed bag, but hey so is life. If you surf around the archives you’re likely to find an old post I wouldn’t have written today. Others, I might. People change, and opinions and interests change with them.
I’ve been interested in poetry since I took a (disastrous) intro in college. A few years later I discovered Hart Crane among the dusty alphabets at the Gotham Book Mart. You know how that goes; as Rilke put it, “You must change your life.”
I’ve been writing and publishing poetry – with some hiatuses – since about 1998. My first poems came out in the now-defunct journal Pivot, and more recently my work has been featured at Rattle, Ligeia, Valparaiso Poetry Review, and Baltimore Review. My first collection, Unburial, came out in 2019 with Kelsay Books. My second collection, Still Life with City, is forthcoming – sometime soon – with Pski’s Porch.
I don’t care for labels or schools of any sort. I’m interested in getting into the poem, walking through an unmarked door and seeing what’s inside the room. Re-arranging furniture, so to speak. If that gets done with rhyme and meter or without it doesn’t interest me. I think Dylan Thomas once said that he’d do whatever he had to to get what he wanted from a poem. I think that sums it up nicely. If you’re surprising yourself as you write, you’re probably doing it right.
Unburial | Kelsay Books