Eva Heisler
Draw a square in the dust on my forehead.
The square should be crooked and quiet
like a house before its collapse. No carpets
in this house. Many drawings.
I would like to gather the drawings
one by one into my bed.
Folded like a leaflet, or like a seat
in an empty theater, or like arms
in a drafty room, I will sleep with them
in the sleep that comes after counting
extension cords. The drawings will dream
of faulty wiring and dimming lights.
from the journal THE COLORADO REVIEW
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"Short Conversations with Poets: Maya C. Popa"

"Part of what drives me to the page is the pleasure of capturing in language what seems bent on eluding it. When we experience wonder, we experience an instinctive recognition that what is being wondered at matters in some profound way, which has the power to drive us to the blank page, drive us to want to say something, to reply."

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What Sparks Poetry:
David Baker on "The Telling"


"I stood there at the glacier and felt deep below my feet the world moving and the ice dying. Glaciers melt from the bottom, and from within, as they creep along inexorably toward lower ground and, eventually, toward oceans and seas. How to write about such things? How can a small lyric poem begin to suggest the complexities of the subject and this place? I guess the answer is, how can we not try?"
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