Intro, The XX / BEFORE SHE RINGS HIS DOOR

Reading Jack Gilbert’s The Great Fires and am just knocked out by it. The poems about Michiko are so heartbreaking. The poems about Pittsburgh so surprisingly brash and convincing.

I wanted to try and write about choosing your own disaster. Again, hard to excerpt this poem, as it’s one long sentence, which seems to be happening lately. I like the idea of a long sentence snowballing and yet (I hope) never losing the reader. So here’s a snippet, just an image.

excerpt:

the frozen lake that could support a woman, a man,

                                    and the weight of their proximity,