risking everything
“I would make a great magazine editor, too, but the people at Condé Nast don’t seem to know that.” –Roger Housden in intro to Risking Everything: 110 Poems of Love and Revelation Today I...
Author: cednie
the persistence of…
I was writing long opaque ornate lines full of unknowable lingo or throwaways like giddy scraps of cloud a puff of wind could dissipate when I wanted to write prose poems narratives crisscrossed with...
early april
spring walked by into the city her flimsy garment clutched closed no sweeping yet no openings no digging
co-optation
“The headline should read ‘US vows to continue the vicious circle of violence.’” Iraqco Tycoco Newyorco IResco I don’t understand why the words “freedom” and “democracy” still have such healthy, idealistic connotations. How persistent...
whine with french
what I set up for myself comes together and then it falls apart together and apart together and apart like mini stages set for these small plays haphazard shrines or gestures at the altar...
what comes
Drifts of snowdrops, moist gray of approaching rainstorm, dust blowing across the highway, the shy bridge flashing its green strands of light … I need the company of a poet in the office. And...
reading threads
The writing is thin and sheer, scraps of worn cloth fluttering over the days of the week. They can’t be assembled into anything, they are too weak to weave a needle through without disintegration...