Saturday, July 3rd, 2010
“Silence Took My Tongue When My Brother Went” by Michelle Bitting
Michelle Bitting SILENCE TOOK MY TONGUE WHEN MY BROTHER WENT Silence took my tongue when my brother went away, now words are skittery rabbits: soft, furry lumps huddled in my throat’s dry den. I wait for him at breakfast where the clock clicks its mean teeth, wait for him to tease me, please Lord, anything, [...]
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Thursday, June 3rd, 2010
“Mammary” by Michelle Bitting
Michelle Bitting MAMMARY Hawks circle fields near the highway homing in to catch the scent of animals deep in the high dry grass. So many wildflowers in bloom, watery purples and acid yellows, I’m dizzy in my car blazing up the California coast: Santa Barbara, Pismo, Salinas, nicknamed The salad bowl of the world with [...]
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Tuesday, March 2nd, 2010
First Book Interview with Michelle Bitting
FIRST BOOK INTERVIEW WITH MICHELLE BITTING by Timothy Green Note: The following interview was conducted by email through January and February of 2009. GREEN: Let’s start with you. Was there a moment you realized that poetry was something you’d pursue seriously? That you’d actually be a poet with a book? My own first book just [...]
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Sunday, March 29th, 2009
“The Sacrifice” by Michelle Bitting
Michelle Bitting THE SACRIFICE I think about how you stayed up nights, Mother, drinking coffee at your sewing machine. The time you never went to bed finishing my Isadora Duncan costume— diaphanous number cut from a swell of black crepe for the mad-grief dance after her children accidentally drowned. Remember waking to find the garment [...]
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Tuesday, November 11th, 2008
“When He Doesn’t Get the Job” by Michelle Bitting
Michelle Bitting WHEN HE DOESN’T GET THE JOB And the only mail that comes is from people wanting money, I look out the window at two pink blooms—wild lilies—their long, alien stems out of nowhere touched down on an ivy bank I’m told rats nest in when you don’t trim it. If only to think [...]
