Potato doughnuts, collapsologies, mapping a nation in verse, grounded groundlessness, and more.
I get up and sit outside, waiting for a storm to clear the air, but nothing—just a flicker on the horizon now and then.
Poets on productivity, ambition, and the nature of work, sleep and insomnia, and the importance of writing in community.
Twenty-two videohaiku with texts prompted by the footage and existing in dialogue with it.
A selection from Todd Davis’ sixth book of poems, due out from Michigan State University Press on January 1, 2019.
backwater pool / stream-blurred trees come into sharper focus
Despite the hiatus, this edition isn’t any longer than usual, but with twice as many posts to choose from, I think it might be one of the more compelling digests I’ve had the pleasure of assembling.
It may seem odd, me being a poet and all, that I hadn’t really given much thought to reading poetry at our wedding, but it was only on the day of our wedding that I mentioned to Rachel that I had a poem in mind to read, and it seemed that she did, too.
A slightly more experimental videopoem than usual: words mutating into other words while an annoyed porcupine communicates its displeasure by clacking its teeth.
How and why Beth Adams and I came to make the book Ice Mountain.