Currently reading
The Happiness Project: Or Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun
The Road to Emmaus: Poems
Brief Encounters with Che Guevara: Stories
Glow
The Unwinding: An Inner History of the New America
"If I could relight
your ashes I would.
If you torch a forest
it grows right back."
your ashes I would.
If you torch a forest
it grows right back."
- from "Elegy in X Parts" Black Aperture (Matt Rasmussen)
"From London to Archangel"
There are leagues of waves to cross first. We set forth
in July, when the days will hold all we need:
ships, men, ropes, swear-words, stinks, the sun above all,
beds, chairs, two trumpets, twelve footmen, a chaplain,
six pages, a chirurgeon, one more fellow
who can dip a pen, write our way in and out.
— Matthew Francis, from "Muscovy"
The Forward Book of Poetry 2014