Stuff that I have written.
Some things can only be seen
Spattered, smeared, beaded
By accretions. Rendered visibly
useless, an easy target for avoidance.
Magnificent cathedrals honored
Only in their ruin, awaiting
The touch of attenuating sun
Gentle enough to cleanse them
To their clinging state of absence.
I. The Preacher
Poor Jenny Blade she spent her days
Whistling with her teakettles,
Humming tunes in bare wood rooms
And watching crop dust settle.
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I look forward to the interpretations of this one from some of the politically inclined among you. 🙂
IV.
Tiger-Shape
I hear the ancient creaking of trees too mighty
to support themselves tonight, the tired cackling
of monkeys, like men grown too old to understand
the world, or to stop pretending that they had, once.
Once upon a time, this website contained a section of academic literary criticism papers. They were all written while I was in graduate school getting my MFA; mostly on Modernism, but also on a few other topics.
Well, at some point — probably when we launched this bloggy version of the site — the section fell away, and resided only in old backups. Which is somewhat of a shame, because believe it or not, something like my essay on Bharati Mukherjee’s short stories was one of the few available online, and therefore was cited from time to time.
It’s all back now, even though I imagine most of you who read the site could really care less. Probably the only ones who will care will be college students who have found a small trove of fresh papers to plagiarize. The whole thing is linked off of the Writing section of the site.
