by Jordan Dotson | Aug 11, 2020 | Predicates and commas and whatnot
Hector Mannix, waterworks clerk, San Juan, has entered a lion, Boysie, two golden mangoes bobbing for breastplates, barges like Cleopatra down her river, making style. “Join us,” they shout. “Oh God, child, you can’t dance?” But somewhere... by Jordan Dotson | Feb 8, 2020 | Predicates and commas and whatnot
Upon your penitential morning, some skull must rub its memory with ashes, some mind must squat down howling in your dust, some hand must crawl and recollect your rubbish, someone must write your poems. …from “Mass Man,” by Derek Walcott, in The Gulf... by Jordan Dotson | Mar 8, 2016 | Things I wish I'd written
Miss Rossignol lived in the lazaretto For Roman Catholic crones; she had white skin, And underneath it, fine, old-fashioned bones; Shew flew like bats to vespers every twilight, The living Magdalen of Donatello; And tipsy as a bottle when she stalked On stilted legs... by Jordan Dotson | May 26, 2014 | Things I wish I'd written
The woodsmoke smelt of a regret/ that men cannot name. …from Omeros, by Derek Walcott.