$2 Poetry

Sometimes a review can’t wait. I took a little break from the AWP bookfair on March 6th to have a snack, get off my feet, and read Blaze without Burning, William May‘s poetry collection that I was fortunate enough to acquire today. The poetry transcends the individual poems. I could talk about the first halves, and how they resonate with this crazy AWP experience in general, but it’s also an intersection of seemingly unrelated things. For me, I suppose that is when writing reads the best. Convergence. And most importantly to us writers, inspiration. Thanks for the book and the excellent conversation. And here’s a poem I never knew I’d write. Fresh off the fleshy presses: $2 Poetry.

In a box across the way

On the floor, just as I

Sit and watch the world

Go by

Signed copy set aside

As I contemplate the things that change

When was the last time I

Sat and watched the world

Go by

I won’t read that poetry

I have some here

And within me

This small book of power

Yes

Reads just like a horoscope

You ring a bell

Inspire me

May the world you seek and find

Be the one and don’t let

Go by