--David Shapiro
David Shapiro has written some twenty volumes of poetry, literary, and art criticism. His most recent book is David Shapiro: New and Selected Poems, 1965-2006. He recently completed a new manuscript, Cardboard and Gold.
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It was the year, and it was not. The bricks were shining, and the miserable Christmas paused over us. The signage was difficult, and all was New Jersey. So much was opaque. Some part of everything was broken. My parents were now moths. Everyone was married like a song. Stars hung on the walls. It was the year of being stretched out on the ground. I should have written the four and half hours of Michael Brown. If you want to be happy in an earthquake…if you want to be yellow, you must memorize what the white moths said. You were still alive. That was the theory. The parents disappeared so quickly.
--David Shapiro David Shapiro has written some twenty volumes of poetry, literary, and art criticism. His most recent book is David Shapiro: New and Selected Poems, 1965-2006. He recently completed a new manuscript, Cardboard and Gold.
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AuthorHi. I'm Joanna Fuhrman. This is a prose poetry/flash fiction blog in conversation with my serial prose poem "The Year of Yellow Butterflies" (The Year Of Yellow Butterflies, Hanging Loose Press 2015). I had fun writing these poems about fads and trends from imaginary pasts. If you would like to add your own section, write me and I can post it (along with a short bio). Start with "It was the year...." Categories
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