“We had the feeling of a new morning / with the lights off.”
Looking for tic-tac-toe with yourself? When you are not even sure you have a self, when it feels more like a rumor shivering in a cathedral? Then hustle like a clod. Keep the night like an arm-around. And check out your new favorite poet, Jack Christian, who paints his boats to display the night and take you to it. He is all over the internet: featured at Ink Node, live at Sixth Finch, Thermos, and Gregory Lawless’s blog I Thought I Was New Here. He’s a poet of the fairgrounds, the airport, and the goodbye-for-real. I think his poem “I Am Yours” from Sixth Finch is my favorite of this web blitz, because it is true in the way that true-making is the only way true happens.
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Good call, bro. Really liked “I Am Yours” as well. Thanks.
Good call, bro. Really liked “I Am Yours” as well. Thanks.
Good call, bro. Really liked “I Am Yours” as well. Thanks.
yeah that poem is a force
yeah that poem is a force
yeah that poem is a force
yeah that poem is a force
New poems by Jack in Drunken Boat 11 – http://www.drunkenboat.com/db11/01poe/christian/index.php
My favorites so far in print.
New poems by Jack in Drunken Boat 11 – http://www.drunkenboat.com/db11/01poe/christian/index.php
My favorites so far in print.
New poems by Jack in Drunken Boat 11 – http://www.drunkenboat.com/db11/01poe/christian/index.php
My favorites so far in print.