Her Muse means water, the moisture on the banks,
which can be awakened by a drop of oil.
The fall semester at Wake Forest is in full swing, a time of year we welcome heartily because it means we benefit from the new energy of our student interns as they begin their work with us. We have two returnees from last year and three new interns, all of whom have the gumption and…Continue Reading
October its brilliance
In its arms
the condemned leaves
with dying beautifully
It never mattered that there was once a vast grieving:
trees on their hillsides, in their groves, weeping—
a plastic gold dropping
through seasons and centuries to the ground—Continue Reading
Goodness is required.
It is part of the design.
Badness is understood.
It is a lapse, and part of the design.
So long trying to paint them, failing
to paint their shadows on the concrete path.
They are less a white than a bleaching out of green.Continue Reading
To celebrate the release of Herod’s Dispensations, WFU Press interviewed poet Harry Clifton about the creation of his newest collection. Herod’s Dispensations unites a variety of themes and places, with Clifton drawing inspiration from experiences both in Ireland and China. Here, he discusses the evolution of the collection from its original focus on “art, children and death,” and touches on the elements that bring these poems together.Continue Reading
Sick of that bloody poet, everywhere
Smart casual, urbane and circumspect,
Choosing his words with a little too much care
To be real anymore…
My daughter buys
her first perfume.
It’s called ‘One Summer’.
I want to feel it again: what I felt
when I woke once standing in the kitchen
after walking downstairs in my sleep.
The school bags had all been lined up
and the lunches packed in clingfilm…