Saturday, November 22, 2014

michelle detorie

It's difficult to determine where to land.  What's
old to you is new to someone else.  The body is
broken into parts and yet flows together like
water.  I am animal; there is no becoming.  I roam
the various streams of information seeking the live
bits---hoping something sticks.  Words and songs
and words and pictures moving and moving.  The
thing you'll do because you love someone, because
you're alive.  If you're singing there is the hoping
that someone is listening to the words.  The words
shake down yellow from the trees, gather-scatter
over concrete.  There's a fantasy of gathering them
up in my arms, as if it were possible to hold them.

 from "Fur Birds" After-Cave (Ahsahta, 2014)

Friday, November 21, 2014

margot and danielle


A couple of poems from my lost girl series, part of my larger Gentlewomen project, were recently published in Bear Review.  Here are the accompanying sound recordings.

Friday, November 14, 2014

ttd supplement


Over at the Touch the Donkey blog, Rob McLennan and I talk a little about my long poem "Sister//Deer," which appears in the current issue and is also a part of my longer new project, Gentlewomen.