Darcie Dennigan
Basement Fragments
It is getting late and I am sitting cross-legged on the couch in my parents’ basement, so no, I cannot see any stars, or even a window. “Guilty of Dust” by Frank Bidart is currently my favorite poem, if favorite…
Standby Generators Ensuring the Flow of Grace? No, that’s not the right title, but it will have to do.
(I have to write this blog!) (But I’m still very confused about what a blog is.) (But I promise that this is the very last time I blog about blog ambivalence.) (Though if there are meta-blog websites or whole books…
Why I Am Not a Painter
It is almost mid-April! The feeling is green. But raining. The seeing is grey. I know those shoots near the street will be lilac bushes if they’re not mown down, and in a few years, will have ______-colored flowers (fill…
I-pods Eat Butterflies. Snakes Eat I-pods. Blogs Eat Snakes. Men Eat Blogs.
My favorite martian is Olena Kalytiak Davis. I’ve been reading poetry blogs trying to figure out what a blog is or could be, and hers over at the Poetry Foundation, all 10ish entries, okay yes. She makes something–not a poem–but…
What Are Blogs?
The Finnish composer Jean Sibelius once watched sixteen swans fly in formation over him. Afterwards, he wrote in his diary, “One of my greatest experiences! Lord God, that beauty! They circled over me for a long time. Disappeared into the…
