Robert Vaughan – January Day 1

Day 1 – Diary

nursing homes of birdsong infiltrate wiry gymnasiums enter the march madness canceling video game difference distraction waking a blue wrist watch walking opening the opening scream routine pop top funeral pushed oblique twin roads from the greentip of stop sign...

Transfiguration

This is the story of how lemonade becomes watermelon. It begins at the carp, you posing for my artsy slow-motorcade and timing larva pierces, artsy, smudgy neon pierces, while we laughed like chimeras who have no idea what’s coming. It begins the last time we make...

Good Happy Poem

“It’s a hard armor we wear waiting for trains and saviors to happen.”–Lorri Jackson Let this rummage of uterine captivity undress itself until years of a life unchord my spine, rot the teeth, and styrofoam the skin. Alcohol recognizes me. Drugs are just closer...

Worship What Keeps You Alive

Hurricane Florence is barreling toward us. To prepare we buy sandbags, candles and non-perishables. We hide out in the bathtub, the four of us—Mom, Dad, Gretchen and me—with the floral couch cushions over us like the grass over a grave. In our parents’ arms, Gretchen...

Three Ekphrastic Poems

https://news.artnet.com/app/news-upload/2016/09/e4c7dcea115231f825b90906aeb8638c-1.jpg The Hudson Looks Different (on Joan Mitchell’s The Hudson River) from a woman’s peep-show hole peered from behind a square cotton tableau blanc when a woman paints like a man and a...

March

Hard rain stains the pavement, the spilled ink of spring. The dead come alive nightly to fog my dreams: my mother in her blue bathrobe shedding fuzz, the shy girl from high school whose heart attacked her before leukemia could. They sit on my bed, unlatching demands...

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