Writing a poem, which is normally conceived of as a vehicle for beauty, in order to create something ugly is a challenge. This is what I have so far. The style is difficult. I tried to use an urban voice (Boston), but it’s a written document. The spelling should be in SWE, but I wanted…

This poem took me to new heights of frustration. It’s a narrative poem, which means that it’s necessary to convey everyday details in sequence. That’s how the poem began, and it lacked the images and lyrical potential of the impression I wished to create. So today I returned to the typewriter, hammering out the last…