Excerpted from Admission Requirements by Phoebe Wang. Copyright © 2017 Phoebe Wang. Published by McClelland & Stewart, a division of Penguin Random House Canada Limited. Reproduced by arrangement with…
Category: Poems
SEX AT THIRTY-ONE Here’s hunger’s sweet spot, extra dough, and a summary of my competencies, is what I thought the year would be. Under its canopy, I vowed to string…
Towards a Poetics of the Dow (excerpt) Everyday has a number attached to it. Great additions, subtractions. This is not just an aesthetic problem (see Ashbery). There is a “natural…
ORIGIN STORY Some of it was probably cozy and nice. Close to the fire, silly drunk on sweet fermented plums. Some of it was urgent. One last romp before the…
What a vision is. Of course it is not all to do with pleasure, let alone the composition of your genitals, Fluids forming a confluence of energy and sleep, predator…
LUTE MUSIC Yeats said music makes us crazy. At its behest, lazy distracted men and women fall into swamps or drown embracing the moon. Oh but that was booze, the…
66 Have you ever seen a grafted tree? They’re rare. I once saw one that bore apples and pears. It was truly weird and strangely beautiful, Twice-fruited. Copious, plentiful, Glorious.…
At Yale recently, I gave a reading accompanied by two graduate students. One of them, Edgar Garcia, started his reading by introducing a poet he said that he had discovered…
UNSWERVING I see a wire under my skin. From the top of my underwear inching up my center, a painless stem. I worry I am not real. I worry the…
#ClockworkOrRage Come all you haters and see what I have wrought. Our primary role as teachers is to demonstrate how to best waste time. I survived Seamus Heaney and all…
LADY ODDBALL I’ve discovered the shortest route between two wants is a scream. Called into life, an undersong of grief, a magpie of magic, the seed of my legend focuses…