I ignore your every call——. I bramble you——.
I covet your shadow. Bartender, another round, Friend lay out
another line——cocaine flocks the gingko-lined street.
Some things worry themselves smoky. Some things
never were heavy, still are: a shock of
cardinals——vamping for the wind
——anything for a sawback——everything for a prayer——
sky when there is no sky.
By Justin Dodd
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Justin Dodd, originally from central Virginia, attended the University of Virginia as an English and art student. After graduation he moved to New York, worked as a graphic designer, and attended Columbia University. He is a book designer with HarperCollins Publishers and resides in Brooklyn, NY with his four cats. In his spare time he roadies for his sister's band Screen Vinyl Image and feeds the stray cats on his block.
Justin's work has previously appeared in Western Humanities Review, Folly, Fourteen Hills, DIAGRAM Magazine, Phoebe, Word for/Word, The Powhatan
Review, Bateau, and Heliotrope and is forthcoming in Cerise Press, Right Hand Pointing, and EBB:FLO. He was one of fourteen finalists for
the 2007 Beatrice Hawley Award from Alice James Books. In 2004, He was nominated for a Pushcart prize and was invited by the Center for Book
Arts to attend the Letterpress Printing & Fine Press Publishing Seminar For Emerging Writers. The Center also produced a broadside of
one of his poems in a limited edition. While at Columbia’s School of the Arts, He received the Corrente Fellowship and an internship with
the Academy of American Poets.
Very nice! I recommend you a friend of mine poetry blog: http://lunaenelsur.blogspot.com/
In Spanish and Portuguese mostly :)
thanks for the background. this poem is beautiful. I intend to hunt some more down...
http://theburningboy.blogspot.com/
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