Head to Head
I sit / holding back tears / failing.
I sit / holding back tears / failing.
It’s not what will I take but who will I take. I just didn’t want to admit it, because I can’t save them all.
Looking at you now, rigid and perfect, / I almost forget how your sacred boy once / pushed against your insides while rehearsing the stations
Issue III: Fall 2014
“Make sure you have the best technical skills you can possibly have, and you really have to love your work enough to kill yourself working at it. I am a big critic towards myself and I think it’s great. Honestly, if you don’t love it then don’t do it.”
“Poetry allows me to wonder endlessly. I hope that I allow the beauty of the world/those who dwell here to lead me to where I am supposed to be with my writing and otherwise.”
I’m ready to let you go / Just drop you off a cliff / and wait for a splash or a thud
I had always associated my grandfather with trees. He was strong and sturdy, his light skin burnt leathery from working in the hot sun, like bark. My first memory was of him tying a swing to a branch and then pushing me high into the air. I trusted the branch to hold, and I trusted him.
“In a fable, there are no human characters, only animals, plants, and creatures, and that relates to my work because it focuses on ambiguous figures, humanistic figures becoming a part of landscape. I am interested in the separation of the natural world and the way as humans we try to represent it.”
I’m the cloud that floats you up to the stars / You’re the anchor that keeps me tethered