W. D. Snodgrass collected the Pulitzer Prize for his first book of poems, Heart’s Needle, in 1960. However, with early glory came career pressure, ego issues, loss of relationships, and writer’s block. Nonetheless, he persisted, even when his art fell out of fashion. An interview with the Paris Review offers an intriguing […]
Canada comes, Cooling the Blue Ridge leaf by leaf, Bronze, copper, and scarlet flame While the morning moon burns white in blue. Umber splotches rosy dogwood, And birds snatch at candy-berry clusters. My face upturns to catch the sun’s glow Through lidded eyes. The wind stirs twigs and branches, Brushing […]
Fountains spritzed, Receding then arcing In pink-and-yellow play. From city-center splendor Into hazing noon, A GTO muscled A crotch rocket— Until it shot far Into scorched-tar mirage. She leaned hard, Into a hair-string wind-rush, Her jean-tugged butterfly Peeped then spread, A mosaic Of purple-green scaling Butternut skin. Stump pines scraggled […]
after blue-white flashes seared the living into shades, after black rain unquenched mouths begging the sky, ginkgo fossils shine as if in garden temples, bitter-sweet.
bird of paradise blurring green in mid-air hang ruby-throated whir