Luanne Castle (Chapbook Confessions #5)

Chapbook Confessions is a series in which poets discuss, at length, the writing of their most recent collection of poems, in whatever way they desire. For more information on the series, go here. Below, Luanne Castle writes on her 2015 collection, Doll God (Aldrich Press).   When I first read the Chapbook Confessions project, I…

Kathy Boles-Turner (Chapbook Confessions #4)

Chapbook Confessions is a series in which poets discuss, at length, the writing of their most recent collection of poems, in whatever way they desire. For more information on the series, go here. Below, Kathy Boles-Turner writes on her 2018 collection, Ramshackle Houses & Southern Parables.   Listening. That’s all I was doing when poetry…

Robert Okaji (Chapbook Confessions #3)

Chapbook Confessions is a series in which poets discuss, at length, the writing of their most recent collection of poems, in whatever way they desire. For more information on the series, go here. Below, Robert Okaji writes on his 2017 collection From Every Moment a Second.  Chapbook Confession, or, How to Write Chapbooks without Knowing…

Adrian Slonaker (4 Poems)

The Kids Who Moved Away Long before social media and internet searches, there were the derelict desks whose occupants had vanished like the Roanoke colonists. Tendrils of classroom cliffhangers wrapped around each void: Did Tanya graduate from her frog voice? Did David forgo flood pants? Did Kim snap Polaroids in Nairobi? You imagined faces frozen…

Sarah Law (Chapbook Confessions #2)

Chapbook Confessions is a series in which poets discuss, at length, the writing of their most recent collection of poems, in whatever way they desire. For more information on the series, go here. Below, Sarah Law writes on her 2014 collection Ink’s Wish. Sarah Law lives in London, UK, and is a tutor for the…

Amy Soricelli (5 Poems)

Teacher Training I cannot sit her down and say things that will make the difference in the shape of her feet or sounds from the kids she teaches when they ask all the time; they ask about the world and the lonesome way people behave. She will say things now, on the phone, that startle…

John Looker (Chapbook Confessions #1)

Chapbook Confessions is a series in which poets discuss, at length, the writing of their most recent collection of poems, in whatever way they desire. For more information on the series, go here. Below, John Looker writes on his 2015 collection The Human Hive (Bennison Books) Asked to explain the secrets of his craft, the…

Adam Penna (10 Poems)

How to Worship Today, a thousand fallen leaves: some yellow, some red, some green, some circling the trees. They teach us how to worship, and the wind— it lifts the worshippers. It whips them up. They seem hysterical with happiness. I am hysterical with happiness. The sun shines on my head and on my hands….

Ion Corcos (4 Poems)

These Mountains In this still bay, limestone blue, the fall of mountain steep with scree. Clumps of hard grass grip the slope, shorn like valleys I have seen in eastern Turkey. Don’t tell the Greeks, don’t tell the Turks; some of them at least. The far mountains, covered in a haze of sun and clouds,…

Michael Vecchio (5 Poems)

A Mythical Bird A mythical bird said to breed in winter In a nest floating on the sea is more actual than sand drifting distantly over dunes when darkness builds a canopy because belief removes any doubt that wings will be feathered full and the glass they cover fished through. From ‘An Allegiance to Some’,…

Stephanie L. Harper (7 Poems)

To the Dead White-Throated Sparrow in my driveway: Would you at least do me the courtesy of an explanation? What’s with your belly-mound-cenotaph arisen from the stony gloom spiel? And why this exquisite bundle of yours, with its still-tender russets folded in the unbounded repose of a napping cherub, as if you didn’t believe you…

Hannah Rousselot (4 Poems)

Hollow Glasses clink and mouths smile and jewelry sparkles and eyes are hungry hawks. This dress is too tight. My smile is too tight. My stomach is too tight. I wish I could peel off my skin to stretch it out over the curve of the Earth. Maybe I would finally be skinny enough. I…