My Gorgeous Somewhere

I imagined the poems pouring out of Dickman, all in order, all at once, probably on a hot day or during a hot week. I imagined them being written on a typewriter, an old one, in my living room — yes, my living room — at my dining room table. And then in my imagining Dickman was me, sort of, and I was writing these poems, and it was my hot day, my hot week.

From My Gorgeous Somewhere.

Categorized as Passages

By Peter

After stints as a trial lawyer and a church worker, Peter Stephens has settled in as a Virginia high school English teacher. Peter has read several books and poems. He wrote none of the posts below filed under "Passages." Click the link at the end of each post to see it in the context of the author's original post.