No Help for That | Jackie Clark

@magnificentfield

completely over the moon to be included in this little companion chapbook to r. ring’s new record on don giovanni records, and to be in such dreamy company. endless gratitude to matt hart for asking me to participate and for being a wholly inspiring person.

5 poems

2 poems

The Rain-Robert Creeley All night the sound hadcome back again,and again fallsthis quiet, persistent rain. What am I to myselfthat must be remembered,insisted uponso often? Is it that never the ease,even the hardness,of rain fallingwill have for me something other than this,something not so insistent—am I to be locked in thisfinal uneasiness. Love, if you…

It’s been a minute since I’ve been in this space, hi. Trying to reconnect, which must be something that I have tried to do before since I have a several year old playlist (meant to be listened to on shuffle) with the same name that I keep revisiting. I forgot to mention that back in…

So, I’m doing a new thing. A monthly tinyletter about music, poetry, and living. You can subscribe here if you are interested. I also have a poem in the new issue of Fence. It feels nice to have something to feel excited about right now. It’s a real weird time right now.  Are you doing…

We Lived Happily During the War And when they bombed other people’s houses, we protested but not enough, we opposed them but not enough. I was in my bed, around my bed America was falling: invisible house by invisible house by invisible house. I took a chair outside and watched the sun. In the sixth…

Deconstruction I think the sirens in The Odyssey sang The Odyssey, for there is nothing more seductive, more terrible, than the story of our own life, the one we do not want to hear and will do anything to listen to. Mary Ruefle via pome  #seasonsgreetings