I wrote "Golden Gate Park," a poem about being solicited for sex in a public park, shortly after someone from my home state was murdered for coming onto another man. It’s a poem at the intersection of queer time—where what feels like it should have passed by now still lingers in our present and what’s still present feels like it should be by now a part of our pasts.
Jacques J. Rancourt on"Golden Gate Park" |
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On Robert Hayden’s “Those Winter Sundays.”
"[W]hat words could we have said, should have said, to those who loved us in ways we could not possibly have understood at the time? This is a universal pain, a species of regret each of us must encounter eventually in life—and nowhere in the English language is it more beautifully expressed then in the last two lines of this poem."
via LIT HUB |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Susan Tichy on Thomas A. Clark's The Threadbare Coat
"Unlike volumes that map a career, guiding readers through each book a poet has published, The Threadbare Coat offers poems from various publications sequenced to lead us anew up paths and across hillsides, to 'the fort of stillness' or 'the quiet island,' into 'woods & water' and 'sweet vernal grass,' at the speed of footsteps or the 'speed of the running wave.'" |
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