Additional Exercise Delaney Collins Opinion: Why I Make Digital Poetry Important Note on Creative Bias: Before I begin to exclaim all of the reasons why I find the digital world to be a far more tantalizing space to create art, I’d like to start by stating my bias: I’m not really good at anything else … [Read more…]
On the Third Night (inspired by Robert Frost’s poem Fire and Ice) There is something in the air, again. And so they call upon usIn the hour where ash bleaches our eyelashesand soot smudges our mouths.With Pompeii under eyes and upper lips:Volcanically, we follow them. And above us, there is a roaring. Helicopters blending the … [Read more…]
tentative title: Harboring Guilt Sea glass thoughtsFollow me here I describe the tasteOf tequila And you laugh along It is the taxi driverWho tell us to Keep our hands to ourselvesIn his native language Which is neither of ours And my red lipstick Warm in my pocket It is the smooth whiskeyAnd the salt dried on our hands … [Read more…]
This week, as I didn’t go to class, I think I’ll take the time to talk about the annotation process for the book I’m reading. I think I originally discounted the value of other literary critiques as the basis for my annotation. While I originally assumed that the annotations would be based on my own … [Read more…]
Tentative Title: Dead Babies. The three of us Sit thereSewing holes In tiny socks Three generationsOf careful Needlepoint We weave in Synchronicity Each loop Part of our dance Up and aroundAnd down againGrandmotherMotherDaughter Protecting tiny toesUp and around And down againWe are sitting upWith our backs straight Nothing around usBut fleshOn flesh On fleshUp and around And down again Each of us Cross our … [Read more…]
Do you think neanderthals scoffed atHomo Erectus when they stopped using string? The pair of themShare that affairOf a laughAbout an “ancient” artifact—The shards of which Rests, fracturedIn both of their brains This feels important To them The grasping of one Another’s hippocampus The lovemakingThat occurs Between two shared HistoriesNo matter how far apart they havebeen lived The two hold handsThrough … [Read more…]
This week I felt compelled to talk about the use of music genre to express a societal divide in “Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom” by August Wilson. I thought that Wilson’s use of Blues and Jazz to differentiate and express the north from the south was a brilliant literary device. One of the reasons I appreciated … [Read more…]
Title: Acrostics are not my strong suit Formidably, I ask himUnderstandably, he saysComfortably, noKindly, I implore him To change his mindHe says he’ll think about itI wonder if he’s leavingSometime tomorrow, I should know
Tentative Title: Pesticide “What would you like”The barman asks I’m swimming aloneIn peach juice air— My first sepia tonednightmare There is the man Swimming tooAnd we move together,In a way. I move away 3 feetAnd in the same Distancehe moves closer He smiles: Unlocksa Treasure chestFull of holographBeetles Their legsBlack, spiny, spindlingPeeling back theCorners of his lips And … [Read more…]
