—nature poem(live at irl fest)
crispin best reading NATURE POEM live at irl fest, december 31st, 2012.
this poem also now available to read at pop serial.
crispin best is the best.
(via sarahjeanalex)
“Mary Wollstonecraft Traveling With Her Kids” by Matthew Rohrer
Mary Wollstonecraft
Traveling with her kids.
She was very brave.
The rolled over the earth
underneath the sun
only rarely drawing attention to themselves
Or they floated like a cork in a great bay
of cognac. That is why
I haven’t called.
The sun is furiously at it again
when you are still asleep.
In my mind it is all green
and gold where we were
like a light through a mug of beer.
Or I am driving you in Queens
sick at heart and high
in the backseat
in the sere heat off the BQE.
A window has been left open.
The poppies give you confidence
and they take it away, that is all
I have to say about them,
I can’t be their friend anymore.
2:32 p.m. My mouth is watering.
A darkness on my heart
despite the weather,
nothing between
my hat and the planes.
I walked through the park
to the library writhing
like a terrible serpent.
I felt like Shelley. To love
the world and hate its face.
Then Planned Parenthood called.
I gave them $50 more.
This calmed me down.
To stay out of the fight,
but to egg it on.
One of the problems with people in Chicago, she remembered, was that they were never lonely at the same time. Their sadness occurred in isolation, lurched and spazzed, sent them spinning fizzily back into empty padded corners, disconnected and alone.
—Lorrie Moore
