Love in a Time of Terror: An Interview with David Biespiel

Republic Caféby David BiespielUWP 201981 pages DAVID BIESPIEL is the author of six volumes of poetry, two memoirs, two essay collections, and is...
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Leonard Kress

it signifies some terrible and unwanted part of myself has been skillfully excised and that now it rushes off, most likely to be run over by a fully loaded tractor-trailer, screeching...

Bradley Paul

My son speaks more every day / but I get deafer. / 
We will align for just one day / where I hear all of what he says // but not more.

Joshua Weiner

Black shadow hangs over the dust of my beloved; / So I turned myself into dust, but the shadow left me behind.

Ross White

Political speech precludes all forms / of understanding.

Ryan Van Winkle

you begin to feel / like a piece of wheat / standing up straight – / like other living things – // a tractor coming towards you / at 500 stalks a second

Arthur Vogelsang

I motion the black beggar at the intersection into my car. / We drive along and interrupt each other. / He doesn’t know he’s going to Burbank but he is...

Ernest Hilbert

We’ve entered the land of Jesus, Jacuzzis, / And jet skis.

Tadeusz Dąbrowski

Those who have spent / all their money go trailing about for days / on end and die of exhaustion. Discreet / services collect the bodies before anyone has time / to notice them. How do I know about this? I don’t.

Amy Gerstler

the widower chugs Elijah’s wine / no sense letting it go to waste / it tastes like dirt from the cellar floor / like tree bark like the inside / of a woman’s mouth / Elijah lived a mysterious life / raised the dead / brought fire from the sky / foretold people’s fates / was taken up in a whirlwind / and reached the quiet stars

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