The Dalhousie Review has just published a lengthy interview, conducted and introduced by Shane Neilson, of myself and Rachel, followed by reprints of a prose poem of Rachel's from Cottonopolis and a poem of mine from Track & Trace (which I realized the other day is now ten years old!). Only available in print, so get ye to the library if you feel the burning need to consume this content.
Monday, April 22, 2019
Thursday, April 11, 2019
I am evermore anxious that the future
is pure fiction, and yet I persist
in planning for it. When my son tells me
about the children he will have, I want
to shake him for thinking this hell is fit
for hopes and dreams. I don't. Instead, I smile
and stroke his head. His education
savings plan is growing nicely; it should
mature to six figures. He'll need it. Or won't.
The mortgages are getting paid ahead
of schedule. I'm installing a fifty-year
roof. By my calculations, the houses
should remain above water. They're building
a levee near the lowest-lying one.
All of this is likely crazy, but maybe
it beats doing nothing? I could always swerve.
Look for the fastball. Adjust to the curve.
Posted by Zachariah Wells at 12:12 PM