ESSO—SO—SO—SO
Regardless of the course title, I try to read a poem aloud at the beginning of
every class I teach. Some of my college freshmen love this, but most probably
don’t. Like
Poetry
Repetitions
1.
I wake up that morning and say to her, “I never loved you.” This is so she’ll
hate me and revise our six months as lies: every instance I’d said
Grief
The morning started heavy.
Words unspoken gave him a false hope.
His breath arrested dry as
I heard it sharp and saw the sky
Leave his eyes.
The way we trekked to the
The Great Glass Sea
I found you in a basket of mallow skating across the great glass sea. You were
Moses. You were any story. You grew to love stories and so I wrote. With each
sentence
An Unfortunate Remark
The old couple sits in recliners
after dinner the way old couples do
and she’s tells him what she saw
in the yard that first warm day
and it’s crocuses and