Sunday, November 6th, 2011
“Poet and Audience” by Erik Campbell
Erik Campbell POET AND AUDIENCE I The Argument: You Wondered Why You Weren‘t Published It’s because the postman has opened All your submissions and kept them Tucked your words, as it were, under His proverbial, federal wing. And just so you know, Your love poems work. He reads them to his wife in bed Before [...]
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Friday, June 11th, 2010
“This Small Thing” by Erik Campbell
Erik Campbell THIS SMALL THING for my father (1942-2007) I. This Small Thing It was strange to me that the nurses could shave him but weren’t allowed to trim his nails. He was so thin by this time he resembled his always thinner twin brother, who, fighting the future, never visited. Everything about him was [...]
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Saturday, November 21st, 2009
“Considering My Silence: On Not Writing in the Jungles of Papua, Indonesia” by Erik Campbell
Erik Campbell CONSIDERING MY SILENCE: ON NOT WRITING IN THE JUNGLES OF PAPUA, INDONESIA “Between thought and expression there lies a lifetime.” —Lou Reed In the jungle you have only bound horizons. For a time it seemed that the jungle had swallowed me Jonah-like and whole. I existed somewhere between private expectation and unheralded oblivion—out [...]
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Monday, September 21st, 2009
“Poet and Audience” by Erik Campbell
Erik Campbell POET AND AUDIENCE I The Argument: You Wondered Why You Weren‘t Published It’s because the postman has opened All your submissions and kept them Tucked your words, as it were, under His proverbial, federal wing. And just so you know, Your love poems work. He reads them to his wife in bed Before [...]
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Wednesday, October 1st, 2008
“The Man Kissed the Letter” by Erik Campbell
Erik Campbell THE MAN KISSED THE LETTER The man kissed the letter slowly Before dropping it in the mailbox. It felt awkward dropping My gas bill in after this. Even my packet of poems Couldn’t help, whittled down To imprecise love letters, Photocopied for any and all comers. And I felt suddenly as shameless As [...]
