In the UK, Small Porcelain Head is available from Wordery.
Saturday 28 May 2016
Allison Benis White's Small Porcelain Head (Four Way Books, 2013)
In the UK, Small Porcelain Head is available from Wordery.
Wednesday 16 March 2016
Hanne Bramness's No Film in the Camera (trans. Frances Presley, Shearsman, 2013)
Tuesday 3 June 2014
A powerful review of Imagined Sons by Eileen Tabios at Galatea Resurrects
You can read the whole review here.
Wednesday 7 May 2014
RIP Russell Edson, 1935-2014
I've just learned of the death of Russell Edson, an American master of the prose poem I admired greatly and whom I had the pleasure to hear read some years ago in New York. Here are links to two of my favourite pieces of his: the atypical "The Pilot" and the delightful "A Performance at Hog Theater". I would be grateful to hear of ways his work has inspired other writers and happy to post tributes, responses, etc. here over the coming weeks.
Monday 21 April 2014
Peter Riley's Greek Passages (2009)
Purchase Peter Riley's Greek Passages directly from the publisher, Shearsman Books, here.
Monday 1 April 2013
And so National Poetry Month begins!
But I always have ideas for poems and don't understand writer's block per se. That won't keep me, however, from offering prompts for those who find them useful. I'll start by promoting a couple of favourite forms, the pantoum and the prose poem. If you haven't written one of them, give it a go. For more on the pantoum, see this page at the Academy of American Poets; here's their page on the prose poem. On the latter, I'd also be glad if you explored my site Sudden Prose, devoted to both prose poetry and flash fiction, with many splendid examples.
What plans do others have for National Poetry Month? I'd be glad to hear.
Thursday 15 November 2012
Homecoming (Dancing Girl, 2013)
Monday 12 November 2012
Self-Censorship and Writing in and out of the Classroom
I think students feel or obtain such permission largely by example, by the reading they're assigned or recommended and by the instructor's own work. For example, Alexis spoke movingly about how the literary weight given in the classroom to Toni Morrison's The Bluest Eye made African-American experience seem welcome subject matter; and after sharing some of the poems that have arisen from my own experience as a birthmother (as in my pamphlet/chapbook The Son), I've had students seek me out to discuss writing and sharing their own work on subjects they consider taboo. The same thing has happened with my experimental poetry--sometimes once a student finds it on her own or comes to a reading I give from it, she'll come to me to find out about experimental writing more generally and how to get started writing it.
The topic lingers in my mind as I consider how I might improve my teaching by broadening such models, perhaps especially in my Sudden Prose module with a wider array of flash fictions and prose poems. Your thoughts and recommendations are most welcome!
Monday 18 June 2012
Sunflowers is out!
Sylph Editions' Nobile Folio of Peter Coker's painting, "Sunflowers," is out, with my series of prose poems, "Meditations." The series intermingles responses to Coker's painting with thoughts on my late mother and flowers; the piece as a whole is dedicated to her memory. You can learn more about the folio on Sylph Editions' website here.
Sunday 27 May 2012
Catching Up / Current Issues
Additionally, my series of prose poems for Sylph Editions' folio for Peter Coker's painting, "Sunflowers," is at the printer's now, I understand, and from the PDF I've seen, it appears beautifully produced. I also have a short essay on prose poetry coming out in the summer issue of Poetry Review.
Monday 10 October 2011
A prose poem from Ellie Evans' The Ivy Hides the Fig-Ripe Duchess
Thursday 15 September 2011
Linda Black, Root (Shearsman, 2011)
She liked the space on the landing
Where the stairs turned, as if it were extra, a place in which she might pause, leaning her back against the wall, where the sun might shine, as on the lawn at her grandparents’ house, briefly. The lawn she had wished for her children to run on in abandon. When she sees a photo of the children she thinks, how familiar, how familiar these children in their clothes and their faces, as though she could open a door and see them standing there with their voices and their little feet.
Linda Black
Root is available directly from Shearsman Books or from The Book Depository.
Tuesday 12 July 2011
Wednesday 1 June 2011
Another epigraph for Divining for Starters
Monday 25 April 2011
In that kitchen, a writing exercise (NaPoWriMo, day 25)
Wednesday 17 November 2010
Jane Monson's Speaking without Tongues, second selection, and launch tonight in Cardiff
When Kierkegaard was eight, his father made his son eavesdrop on the conversations of his dinner guests, then sit in each of their chairs after they had left. Nicknamed ‘the fork’ at home, because that was the object he named when asked what he’d like to be, the seated boy would be tested. The father wanted to hear each of the guest’s arguments and thoughts through the mouth of his son, as though the boy was not just one man, but as many as ten. Almost word for word, ‘the fork’ recounted what these men had said, men who were among the finest thinkers in the city. The tale is chilling somehow. Not least because his father at the same age, raised his fists to the desolate sky of Jutland Heath, and cursed God for his suffering and fate. Not least because of the son sitting in each of those chairs, their backs straight and high, rising behind him like headstones, while the words of others poured from his mouth, his father at the head of the table, testing his son like God. Not least because when asked why he wanted to be a fork, Kierkegaard answered: “Well, then I could spear anything I wanted on the dinner table.” And if he was chased? “Well then,” he’d responded, “then I’d spear you.”
Friday 12 November 2010
Jane Monson's Speaking without Tongues, first selection (Cinnamon, 2010)
Speaking without Tongues is the first collection of Jane Monson, a former student of mine from The Poetry School. In Spring 2005, I had one of my best teaching experiences giving a ten-week course on the prose poem at the BT Poetry Studio in London; one of the sixteen students, Jane was already knowledgeable and passionate about prose poetry, studying for a PhD that focused on the form. To learn more or order the book, please visit Cinnamon Press's page for it.
Hatching
They would land in the middle of the plate, sometimes on top of the peas, spiders which had lost their grip on the light-shade and fallen. She grew up comparing the glue of a web to a cheap envelope. Her mother, at such dinners, would go red in the face and curse their life; the sound was of flies repeating themselves on a window-pane. The daughter would sit quietly, and ask for each fly to be caught. Be careful what you bloody well ask for, her mother once said, and shot the girl a look that landed in her stomach. She had no recollection of speaking aloud, but from that moment started to bite her lip whenever she had these thoughts. Teeth-marks began to form on her mouth, and more flies on the tongue of the mother.