Podcast #4: January 27th, 2022
This week, the first piece is from my self-published chapbook, Curt; Urbane. If you’d like to read this plus the other poems I wrote, you can order a copy by clicking this link.
Leaving Alone This is a journey, printing sounds one life; adapted screenplay’s fifty-third draft, annotated down by half. Each day his music always gives brain sharp hit no face dishing dirt, car boots treasured chest. Smart, musical version of assertions, some other guy’s ideas, new girl as pawn into their queen, scene set: destination waiting, anticipate regret. World’s disparate certainties, combined final composing coda from page two, early to fled, never despise those whose natural talent had this sussed at twenty-five. Late to depart, but luggage free, finally all matters, sunset’s filters set by me. I left long time ago, returning calm repainting on these hands, under my terms. You cannot hurt her any more.
This second piece comes from a workshop that was only completed last week. I feel I have grown enormously as a poet over the last eighteen months. The differences, at least in my mind, between the two works are enormous.
Conversation I never understood you, for the longest time taught parrot fashion to repeat each line without comprehension that other people sold comfort and distinction; never me. Everybody doubled down, how hard you were to hold difficult, disquietening as purgatory for souls’ faithful, never escaped from until penance, suffered served those other people represented, never me. Then came the day you saved them without a single word connecting vital synapses handing heart a truth, had always been there but I could never see this is, remains true calling narrative enduring, just for me.