Cherry Keeping Chest, c. 1860
What some girl kept there: veil
and gloves, silver candlestick,
stitched quilt of ring and ring and ring,
I kept too. But now,
given all away, my hope
alone beats like a wild thing
in a box. And I am
sometimes startled by
its muffled thump and rattle,
sometimes think to check the lock.
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My prose poem debut in Waccamaw this month: “We Were Talking About Guns”. I’ve written several of these in the last year and it’s been a bit of a surprise — a long way, formally, from the sonnet sequ
I’m very pleased to share news about my new role at Spalding University: Associate Program Director for Spalding’s Low-Residency Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing! I’m excited to join my colle