Released March 2013, the book collects the work of poets who met together for a year and a half to hone their words and share their knowledge of poetry under the leadership of Jannie M. Dresser, MFA.
A collage-poem from the final section of Between the Fault Lines, with a nod to Paul Valery who said: "A poem is never finished, only abandoned."
In the beginning, the poem was
frothy, frilly, flower-filled.
One came at a rush, one was a still-life
written on white leaves.
One asked: "Have I always been
an exclamation point . . .
rising up off my spot?"
We say we must be fearless
writing down thoughts.
We expose our bald spots, surgery scars,
unread letters in a cardboard box.
We strip down to bone, shed shadows,
pleading: "Stay with me . . . hear me out."
There's no clause in the work day
for poetry: you must
take it as your birthright, your ink-stained
inheritance. Just remember though,
when it comes to perfect,
damned poets
don't know squat.