I’m older than my father when he turned bright gold and left his body with its used-up liver in the Faulkner Hospital, Jamaica Plain. I don’t believe in the afterlife, don’t know where he is now his flesh has finished rotting from his long bones in the Jewish Cemetery—he could be the only convert under
In July 2016, Governor Terry McAuliffe appointed Tim Seibles to the position of poet laureate of Virginia. Seibles is the author of five poetry collections: Fast Animal (Etruscan Press, 2012), Buffalo Head Solos (Cleveland State University Press, 2004), Hammerlock (Cleveland State University Press, 1999), Hurdy-Gurdy (Cleveland State University Press, 1992), and Body Moves (Corona Press, 1988). He lives in Norfolk, Virginia, where he teaches at Old Dominion University.
Katherine E. Young, the author of Day of the Border Guards (University of Arkansas Press, 2014), was appointed the poet laureate of Virginia's Arlington County in 2016.
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America, Every explorer names his island Formosa, beautiful.
For being first, he alone, Walker Percy tells us, has access to it
and can see it for what it is. And doesn’tevery child call
its imagined pony by its secret name? A word to summon a large
Just past dusk I passed Christiansburg, cluster of lights sharpening as the violet backdrop of the Blue Ridge darkened. Not stars but blue-black mountains rose before me, rose like sleep after hours of driving, hundreds of miles blurred behind me. My eyelids were so heavy but I could see far ahead a summer