Where are You Going, Where Have I Been?

While I haven’t been posting here (or at Poetic Idealism) lately, that’s not to say things haven’t been very busy.

One thing I’m very proud of is the state of the new issue of Barely South Review, which has taken up most of my time these past two weeks. It’s turned out beautifully, with no small thanks to the contributors who sent us wonderful materials to work with, and the staff who put in many long hours.

On the other hand, this workload also means my thesis has taken somewhat of a back seat recently. I’ve written a couple of new things, but still feel about fifteen poems short. These are in me somewhere, and now I have time to go mining for them.

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A Few Sarah Lindsay Quotes

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One day when the planet was idly
pressing stegosaurs in her scrapbook
she threw out a whole plateau
of souvenirs…

you get distracted, you put down that scribbled
fossilized note about Martian microbes
and once you set a tectonic plate on top of it,
you may never find it again…

– “Mount Clutter”, (1-4, 8-11)

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She drifted along his side and touched his face,
then felt the wind lift her arms,
wind under her hair, in her mouth.
“Dear love,” said her mouths
that were also her hands and hair
shaken out by the wind.
She bowed, he bowed,
they began forming rings for each other.

– “Turn Us into Trees”, (33-40)

First Impressions of Sarah Lindsay’s Mount Clutter

It seems that Sarah Lindsay has a sure grip of poetry. Some first impressions: Continue reading