Inspired by the dark humor of Oyakodon, a Japanese chicken egg dish which translates as “parent & child bowl,” I wrote a poem series that explores death’s role in my relationship with my mother. Written while she was in the hospital, I found language to be the only way to mitigate my powerlessness. Even if I wasn’t in control, I wanted to at least have a grasp on my internal life.
Michael Frazier on "Mother & Son as Oyakodon IV" |
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When Talking About Poetry Online Goes Very Wrong
"But—and here’s the thing—social media is not a small back room, even in the realm of poetry. Social media gathers enough poets into one place that the interactions that occur no longer possess the intimacy and provisionality of the small back room."
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What Sparks Poetry:
Heather Green on "Villains"
"I try to develop a vision of the poem as a crystalline structure, to see the points, often images or nouns, in the structure, to see the energies, sometimes prepositional, sometimes sonic, sometimes emotional, that travel between and among these points in the text, and to consider the way the light of our attention might play on and activate the multifarious connections." |
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