Alan Gillis
Poem of the Week: “The Interior” by Alan Gillis
There is a bed.
There is a bedside cabinet,
a clock. There are no adjectives.
Whiteness is painted on two walls,
on two walls there is wallpaper
with boats on waves.
Poem of the Week: “Don’t You” by Alan Gillis
I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar,
that much is true. But even then I knew I’d find
myself behind the wheel of a large automobile,
or in a beautiful house…
Postponed: Alan Gillis and David Wheatley US readings
Irish poets Alan Gillis and David Wheatley will be going on a reading tour in the United States from March 30 to April 8, 2020.
Continue ReadingPoem of the Week: “Spring” by Alan Gillis
The Irish celebrate St. Brigid’s Day on February 1 to welcome the beginning of spring. Even though we’re not quite there yet in the US, today’s poem by Alan Gillis channels that sense of anticipation for the end of winter. In an interview with the Edinburgh Review, Gillis discusses his experimentation with the pastoral form in…
Continue Reading“Mostly dark, with a chink of light”: Alan Gillis reflects on Scapegoat and Other Poems
Alan Gillis’s Scapegoat and Other Poems launched on October 1st. To celebrate, WFU Press interns Fahad Rahmat and Rachel Stewart asked Gillis about his influences, religion’s redemptive impulse, how he sees current society and pop culture, and plenty more. WFU Press: Throughout Scapegoat, the reader encounters words like “fugging” and “pizz-popping, jingle-jangle”—sounds which you’ve incorporated into the…
Continue ReadingPoem of the Week: from “In Whose Blent Air All Our Compulsions Meet” by Alan Gillis
My love is a mansion with many rooms to see.
I’m asbestos.
My love’s a glittering surface, scrubbed spotlessly.