Poem: Forgotten

A Final word The note in my pocket says, politicize my death. Rip me out of passive tense the way I was from this place: with a bang. Executions don’t just happen. See how complicit you are. Show me you’ve learned something. Pay attention, it says, to the...
Poem: If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda

Poem: If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda

I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that...
On Writing: Where And How I Write

On Writing: Where And How I Write

I read something today that really surprised me. The brilliant Kris Rusch wrote that some writers cannot write on planes. This surprised me, because I’ve never been one of those writers who just writes in a certain location or a certain environment. Sure,...
Poem: Ligament

Poem: Ligament

Last spring, I had the pleasure of spending an evening with Charif Shanahan at the AWP conference, when we were both invited readers for a reading sponsored by our publishers. I’m excited that his poem Ligament appeared in The New York Times Magazine in the...
Bookstores: Common Good Books in St. Paul

Bookstores: Common Good Books in St. Paul

Read my books at Common Good Books in St. Paul, Minnesota Common Good Books is a wonderful little bookstore in St. Paul, Minnesota. In the mid-2000s, I was in Minnesota for graduate school and I worked on the Macalester College campus as a part-time job during my grad...