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Robert Arthur Reeves

Grade A: we know her

November 22, 2015

Written in Albuquerque (406 Girard SE), May 1999.  My son Malcolm, living in Chicago, sent me a poem full of African imagery without knowing I’d recently fallen in love with an African woman.  It felt like we were mystically writing about the same person.  When I wrote this, she was camping in Utah ... hence the “trail,” the “climb,” the “waterless reaches.”  Published in my books Too Little to Kill and Wings of the Gray Moon, and in the journal Hidden Oak.

we know her


link on link

wire on wire

she opens our raining skulls

we are quiet toward her

only a rush of fur

only a prickle of skin

announces us

she opens our clasping hands

with terror of freedom

terror of openings

trail to a treed ledge

to a look at waterless reaches

climb to a night of earth


we are quiet toward her

only the sugar of rain

only the snowbeat of death

announces us

Otros: Ferlinghetti and Two Frosts

November 15, 2015
The first complete book of poems I ever read was Ferlinghetti’s A Coney Island of the Mind, and I still go back to it, or…

Grade A: An Unearthing

November 1, 2015
Written in Albuquerque (406 Girard SE, living with Leora Reeves, teaching at UNM and T-VI), spring 1998:  addressed to Joe Rich, RIP.  Parts of this…

Otros: Emerson & Everson

October 25, 2015
I find Ralph Waldo Emerson’s prose to be turgid and pompous and never to say much worth remembering, but he was also an incisive poet…

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Sari Krosinsky

A real live new poem (Rated NS: Not Safe)

November 27, 2015

New poems have been mostly slow to come these years, but this one came in less than 24 hours, and it's one I've been trying to write for years. I think I've managed it, this time. 

I bit a guy once.

I was 17 and didn’t know

he was roleplaying. He was 18

and I didn’t know he was roleplaying

for two months. I didn’t know that when he said

—as his fingers fucked me, handcuffed to a tree—

that I should say “no”

if I wanted him to stop, he meant

that exact word. When a few weeks later

I said, wanna stop

—around his bleeding hand between my teeth—

I didn’t know he thought I

was roleplaying. When I told him,

let’s not do this anymore,

he asked, why didn’t you just say “no?”

The Mythology of A God's Life

October 25, 2015
Irene is mistaken when she supposes Kavi to be Indian in the opening poem of "A God's Life." The main inspiration for the mythology of "A…

The Making of "A God's Life" and "Courting Hunger"

October 8, 2015
I've been working on "A God's Life" and "Courting Hunger" since 2004. The following background notes on the writing of the books are reposted from…

New Books: Courting Hunger and A God's Life

September 26, 2015
The two books I've been working on over the past 11 years are at last ready to be released in November. Through fictionalized autobiography, "Courting Hunger"…

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