![]() ![]() ![]() This is the natural order of being descended from one common lineage, so much of the work I love the poetic offshoot of one common ancestor. How is one of my poems that sounds like “How Great,” by Chance the Rapper-a song that I love-related to another poem that I would not have written without reading Eve Ewing’s Electric Arches ? How is a poem I wrote about my late father’s gold chain related to a poem I only fairly recently discovered? ![]() It is hard to believe all the differently hued poems I’ve written have come from my own throat, born of the same place but perhaps of a different season, fruit of the same tree perched on a different branch. It is hard to believe the poems that sprawl wide, the poems that play their tricks, the poems that exhume and resurrect, that breathe strange and speak with different tongues, all share a common denominator. Often, when I look back at the poems that have found their sudden ways to me-the ones that have chosen me in particular, to move through me and onto the page-it is hard to imagine they are related to one another. ![]()
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