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"Amateur Astronomy"
In grade school, I avoided displaying my knowledge
of dark matter and particle accelerators, betraying
my father, who had taught me such things
during bike rides past Fermilab...
of dark matter and particle accelerators, betraying
my father, who had taught me such things
during bike rides past Fermilab...
Previous publications:
- “On Alicia Ostriker’s Theory of the Nature of Intimacy,” “White Noise,” “Amateur Astronomy,” “Collection in a Studio Apartment,” Oct/Nov 2009, Eclectica Magazine, Spotlight Poet
- “Holiday,” Spring 2010, Penwood Review; 2010.
- “On Appetite and Sidewalks,” March 2011, Worcester Review; 2011, Vol. 32 Issue 1/2, p7
"White Noise"
Some mornings,
I walk two blocks
out of the way
to avoid the man
who stands on the corner
selling newspapers.
I pass him
when I buy my coffee...
I walk two blocks
out of the way
to avoid the man
who stands on the corner
selling newspapers.
I pass him
when I buy my coffee...
He seemed the sputter of a candle
left burning, the crackle of needle
on a record left spinning –
Heather Styka, "White Noise"
Someday I should acknowledge
that love and gravity
bear no relation.
Heather Styka, "Jane Hawking Earns Her Ph.D in Medieval Spanish Linguistics"
"Collection in a Studio Apartment"
Sometimes I buy boxes
before knowing what
I might put inside
them. And then I have
a box to fill, black
cardboard with metal trim,
wicker, mahogany,
compartments, lids.
So many things can fill
a box: sea shells, matchbooks,
photos of Rome, plastic spoons...
before knowing what
I might put inside
them. And then I have
a box to fill, black
cardboard with metal trim,
wicker, mahogany,
compartments, lids.
So many things can fill
a box: sea shells, matchbooks,
photos of Rome, plastic spoons...
"On Alicia Ostriker's Theory of the Nature of Intimacy"
As I listened to the poet in the orange sweater
speak of mothers, blocked volcanos,
and how we reserve the purest fury
for those we worship...