Category Archives: National Poetry Month

Jack Spicer Talk / Reading in Boston

Posted on April 28, 2014 by dhadbawnik

What a wonderful, stimulating, exhausting weekend. Lots of great talk about Jack Spicer with Dan Remein, getting to see Robert Stanton and Dianne Berg and John Wagner, meeting and hanging out with Boyd Nielson, seeing Rich Owens again, driving out … Continue reading →

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Plane

Posted on April 27, 2014 by dhadbawnik

for Rich In opposite fierceness, the backbone holds what according to what? Tenses imperfect, bodies nudged out of mind. Once you have a place you must strain to hold it. Fist closed / first class window seat on paper airplane. … Continue reading →

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Electricity

Posted on April 25, 2014 by dhadbawnik

for Alice Notley I am not this person. Not that one, either. Wanted to be god of something, fell short or exceeded the word count, became pure sound making the world as I go. Became electricity, glowing dots and the … Continue reading →

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Numbers

Posted on April 24, 2014 by dhadbawnik

One more day to get through. But they are all the same, who knew? The way numbers interchange. K’s daughter said three was five, five four, and three two, going by letters. By letters night’s day, I’m you. Morning’s a … Continue reading →

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Turn

Posted on April 23, 2014 by dhadbawnik

Is it enough to love words, love the things they stand for, turn one over, house, animal, lover. Warmth, food, self, roof. Is it enough to wander through them, leap from one to the other out of or ahead of … Continue reading →

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Letter

Posted on April 22, 2014 by dhadbawnik

Learning to love again in fits and starts. Books due today. Waking to birdsong and soft rain, the house already restless. I’ll go first. The thin edge of the letter’s all we have, crossing the t left to right or … Continue reading →

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Road

Posted on April 21, 2014 by dhadbawnik

Hill studded with tombstones all roads circle back to as we run. “We are only mouth,” one says, “Personal pronoun trapped in the mind,” another answers. We hear them calling each to each as the road circles back again, names … Continue reading →

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