Poets Nick Flynn and Matthew Dickman

It’s been awhile since I shared some of my favorite poems, so here goes.  These are poems by the incredibly talented Nick Flynn from his book Some Ether (also the author of Another Bullshit Night in Suck City which was turned into the movie “Being Flynn”) and Matthew Dickman from his All-American Poem book of poetry.  Amazing shit, read on.

31P1EPJ8GDL._SY300_Nick Flynn (Some Ether)







A black river flows down the center

of each page


& on either side the banks

are wrapped in snow.  My father is ink falling


in tiny blossoms, a bottle

wrapped in a paperbag.  I want to believe

that if I get the story right


we will rise, newly formed,


that I will stand over him again

as he sleeps outside under the church halogen

only this time I will know Read More

The Dickman Brothers’ Poetry

I found this over at Poetry Dispatch and wanted to share. Michael Dickman is one of my favorite poets. His twin brother, Matthew Dickman, is also incredibly talented (check out his amazing book I ate up in one night —All American Poem); check his poems out here in Narrative Magazine: Matthew Dickman (“Benevolence” is one of my favorites). Also there is “Grief” which is incredible, from The New Yorker–read HERE. And one more–“Slow Dance” (there’s a video at the bottom of him reading his poetry)


Michael Dickman

We did not make ourselves is one thing
I keep singing into my hands
while falling

for just a second

before I have to get up and turn on all the lights in the house, one after the
other, like opening an Advent calendar

My brain opening
the chemical miracles in my brain
switching on

I can hear

dogs barking
some trees
last stars

You think you’ll be missed
it won’t last long
I promise

I’m not dead but I am
standing very still Read More

August’s Reading List

So this month, seeing that I can’t decide and I’m a titch manic, I’m reading many books at the same time (I always do that).  I like to mix it up, one book from each area usually.  I tend to like (like crazy) factual books on mental illnesses/disorders (I’ll read one in two days), poetry books off  course, books ON poetry, books about writing, and literary journals.  So here’s what I’ve chosen for August:

Henry Miller’s Tropic of Cancer (I LOVED Tropic of Capricorn in college) OR Black Spring–haven’t decided yet. This is from TIME:

It’s impossible to outdo George Orwell’s wonderfully overstated appraisal of  Miller in 1940 —”the only imaginative prose writer of the slightest value who  has appeared among the English-speaking races in some time”—but it’s hard not to  agree. He’s the thinking man’s slacker, but his prose is a force  multiplier—lucid, honest and unhampered by neurotic self-loathing. Tropic  of Cancer was not published in the U.S. until 1961, where it set off an  obscenity trial that is still one of the great episodes in the history of free  speech. Before Kerouac, before Burroughs, Miller disputed all the imperatives of  capitalism. He stood before the temple of money and raised the flag of  happiness. You have a problem with that?
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Three Poems | Narrative Magazine (Matthew Dickman)

from “Benevolence” by Matthew Dickman at Narrative; a real heart-breaker

Even as I watched my older brother

skin knee after knee, break bone after bone—

always surviving, always

being able to bite down on what

the world had given him, what he had made

of it, and still walk along the bases, the streets, the rugs

of countless therapists, still swallow

the glowing pills humming in the bottom of countless paper cups,

his arms bound to the bed by cotton straps,

the razor he once slid along his arm like a beam of light—

I couldn’t manage the smallest cut,

the most laughable bruise. When I walked out

into the backyard and held the rock in my hand

I wanted so badly not just to throw it, but to hit something and make it hurt.

via Three Poems | Narrative Magazine.

BOMBLOG: Blue Sky by Matthew Dickman

BOMBLOG: Blue Sky by Matthew Dickman.