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Under Construction

I feel rather like I’m under construction, not just this website, and after a few months of quarantine followed by an enforced return to face-to-face work, I’m ready to construct. The word ‘construct’ makes me think in terms of language. Construct a sentence. Construct a cathedral. Deconstruct a poem, find its arcane parts and bindContinueContinue reading “Under Construction”

Average Day

Another Average Day in the Life of a United States American Citizen: I’m at the cash register, chatting with a customer who’s going to California, my home state. He met Ford Coppola and was invited to his winery. “I’ve never been further west than Chicago,” he says. A colleague appears at my right. “Jess, whatContinueContinue reading “Average Day”

Kim Gurnee

Today I discovered Kim Gurnee, who taught at College of the Canyons, passed away in 2017. I’m so sorry for it. She was an incredible woman and I’m sorry there’s so little to find about her online. Where are the obituaries? Where are the words of sorrow? So. This poem. Rough, but here. Kim GurneeContinueContinue reading “Kim Gurnee”

Marjorie Prime

Let’s begin in Norwich. There the streets loop around three grand structures; it feels like a möbius strip, and at gloaming, the sky’s rose reflects through the gothic windows. We go first to the wrong theater, but a kindly man with white hair directs us further down the strip. We are greeted by the director,ContinueContinue reading “Marjorie Prime”