Like many writers, I feel centered when I write, or it might be better to say, when I don’t write, when I can’t write for whatever reason, I feel, frankly, de-stabilized. It’s dangerous for me not to write.
Sigrid Nunez
II.
Stick figure before
Desert Quonset, rays
Knife eastward evolving
Parables of discourse
Furioso and all
Rushlight quartered for
Convex latter stages
Of dehydration before
D(r)ownings of mirages.
V.
Turbulent face of
The breakwater exposed
To longest waves
Lost in microöxbows
Born of chance
Sockdolagers’ endless initiatives,
Each molecule’s stoic
Frolic dissipated by
Entropy midfumble.
VIII.
Fled the camelhairs’
Stringentest efforts the
Plicated pluvial scape
Swollen detail impossible
Under scrutiny wavering
Ever narrower raptures
Not to be
Restrained under phantoms
Argued onto fleet.
Originally published in
Featuring interviews with Jasper Johns, Tobias Wolff, Laurie Simmons, Sapphire, Scott Elliott, Brenda Blethyn, Craig Lucas, Suzannah Lessard & Honor Moore, Peter Dreher, and Richard Einhorn.
Like many writers, I feel centered when I write, or it might be better to say, when I don’t write, when I can’t write for whatever reason, I feel, frankly, de-stabilized. It’s dangerous for me not to write.
Sigrid Nunez