Never Write While Hungry (poem)

You’ll roll from aisle to aisle
aimless and slow
eyeballing the shiniest packages first
overhead and at foot
at your groin and at your twitching nose.

You’ll make better bad choices
(still bad choices)
fill your cart with loud
brightly powdered crunchies
that exercise your jaw
but stain your hands
without so much as a goodnight kiss
or any nutritional value at all.

-M.

Character Allowance

My ancient fiction professor at Vanderbilt creaked in his departmental chair and told us about a man he knew who drank Dr. Pepper hot. When work was over, this man would get into his after-fives and stir it in a saucepan over low heat, delicately, like he was handling milk. “Sometimes,” Professor Sullivan said, “it’s all right to let your characters take life a little too far.”

-M.

Poetic Rigging

It’s hard, when you work in poetry, to continue seeing the beauty and magic of poetry. All you see are the mirrors, hooks, and wires; the duct tape holding everything up; the spit and Kleenex it’s made of. Attempting to look past those things is fruitless. Once you have seen them, you will always see them. The trick is to find that beauty and magic in the rigging itself.

-M.