Letter to Theo
Two fighters / sparring under / the park’s biggest hawthorn. / The brow of the smaller split, / red swathe growing wider.
Kawabata has no twin in logic and the poem must be less than knowledge.
Like eating hot rice in a downpour,
ducks growing fat on crackers,
calling a fist a lake.
Essay on Beauty
What use are the transitional fossils / of our language? The half-lives / of words in circulation?
Bruce Smith & Hunter’s Poetry MFA
Bruce Smith is the author of six books of poems. He teaches in the MFA program at Syracuse University.
Maybe I’m Just Simple, Real, and Human After All
You can invest everything in someone. This one feeling chopping you up. Anyone can go into the night.