For Alex Pretti and Renee Good.
Author: McFeats
Winterfallen (Poem Revised)
Alternate stanza, less bulky: “her children avalanches,/ playing hide-and-seek/ from mountain passes”
Poem in Progress: Winter Fallen
Possible revision: “nursing your coffee” Revision: “writing your story” instead of “planning your future.” Revision: “uncles and aunts.” Revision: “huddled in boxes?”
Behind Enemy Lines (New Draft)
New edit: “Telephone lines flail in the wind” (Better rhythm, avoids another indefinite article) Correction: “into a hospital” was the intended wording.
A Return to Boston
I’m in Boston for spring break, and today is Saint Patrick’s Day. I’m staying in Allston, which is between my two main destinations: Boston College and Downtown. (This is also the area in which my parents grew up, met, and wed–Brighton, really.) The hotel is a thirty-minute walk to Allston Station, so I’m still getting…
Flann O’Brien: His Writing Process and His Typewriters
I’m currently engaging in research on Brian O’Nolan’s unfinished novel, Slattery Sago Saga. This research involves a genetic analysis of his handwritten manuscripts and typescripts, some of which are held at the Morris Library at Southern Illinois University. I received scanned copies of those from the library’s enormously helpful research specialist. Other manuscripts are held…
Escapism, Denialism, and a Dose of Nihilism
Wish I had skates that day.
Poem for Eliezane
Haven’t had much time for creative writing lately, and my typewriters have been giving me sad-dog eyes. I dreamt this up for Eliezane last night. I woke up at around 4AM with the words swirling in my brain. Now the dogs are playing.
