I'd walk close to buildings counting bricks, run my finger in the grout till it grew hot and numb. Bricks in a row, rows on a floor, multiply floors, buildings, blocks in the city. I knew there were numbers for everything-- tires piled in mountains at the dump, cars on the interstate to Maine, pine
Born in 1963 and after growing up in Northport, Long Island, Douglas Goetsch was educated at Wesleyan University and New York University.
Douglas Goetsch is author of the poetry collections The Job of Being Everybody (2004), selected as the winner of the 2003 Cleveland State University Poetry Center Open Competition, Nobody's Hell (Hanging Loose Press, 1999) and three award-winning chapbooks. He has been anthologized in Poetry 180: A Poem a Day for American High Schools (Random House, 2003). His honors include two New York Foundation for the Arts Poetry Fellowships, the Paumanok award, the John Harms National Reading Prize, a Prairie Schooner Reader's Choice Award, and two Pushcart Prize nominations.
He now resides in New York City. For 18 years he's taught in New York City public schools. He currently teaches creative writing to incarcerated teens at Passages Academy in the Bronx, and in workshops around the country.