Week of Monday, November 17th, 2025

Jason Barry, Portrait d'un homme

Read via the November 2024 issue of the now-discontinued Thrush Poetry Magazine

My thoughts on this piece:

  1. I'll go ahead and take the bold stance that his style reminds me of my own. Let's say that I identify with it. 

  2. Who are we waiting for? 

  3. Line 4: What dives? Or does he mean, like, a bar?

  4. Referential context: 

    • Glyn Maxwell is a poet and playwright who is alive, British, and whom I don't know much about, but his work looks excellent. More on that another week. 

  5. I like (that):

    • The last sentence describes both the speaker and the coffee. 

    • Barry noticeably skips a comma in the first line, then throughout the piece, the pauses increase until they escalate to stops. 

    • The sound of "empty-- / taxis, traffic lights, a dive." 

    • The threaded S sounds in the last stanza. 

    • The choice to find enjoyment in a mildly inconvenient situation.

Tishani Doshi, Some Words to the Close and Holy Darkness

Read via the Poetry Foundation

My thoughts on this piece:

  1. Doshi thinks we should chill out about death and focus on what's in front of us. 

  2. I really love this one. It's delicious while still being accessible. 

  3. I like (that):

    • The clarity of theme!

    • Our fates are described as "the stones handed to (us)," our lives a "carnival of feathers." (Fate in opposition to life?) 

    • Sentence 12: "Oh, body-dweller, do not be afraid / of the unassailable deep, the habitation / of light is filled with perforations." 

    • The last part: "In one room, / the going on and on of childhood. / In another, a swarm of pond sludge / moving toward your legs. I, who / once made an island of the dark, / draw close to this carnival of feathers." 

    • The super variable sentence length that includes a lot of cropped insertions. 

    • The contrast of natural imagery with something industrially human: "plastic bags," "bedpan," "bowl," "terrace." (Some softer than others.)

Myles C. Poydras, Going Home

Read via the Poetry Foundation

My thoughts on this piece:

  1. This piece comments on a 1972 jazz instrumental. Poydras calls on the sometimes complicated, familiar feeling of listening to music that pushes you inward and calls you home (hello, title!).

  2. Referential context: 

    • Alice Coltrane was, among other things, a jazz musician with a famous 10-minute composition by the same name as this poem. It's essentially pointless to read this piece without listening to her song first.

    • Fulcrum (noun): the pivot/hinge point on a lever. Throwing that in here because I didn't know that.

  3. I like (that): 

    • The first stanza describes Going Home (Coltrane) as "an arrangement," "then a... flood," that "opens / into a siren."

    • The contrast of connecting "dialogue" to "wordless," "calling" to "quiet," then "ancient" to "home."

    • Word choice connotes ambiguity/ imperfection/ freedom for interpretation: "hollow," "grainy," "salted," "crusted," and "dunes."

    • The use of lowercase and minimal punctuation, which invokes shape and space.

    • This part (stanza 2-3): "it reaches for that hollow place, / finding a grainy fulcrum / salted from a lower / rib of mine, steady / like limestone."

Barbara Kingsolver, How to drink water when there is wine

From collection How to Fly. Read via r/poetry

My thoughts on this piece:

  1. Never judge a poem by its title! This poem advocates for living sensually in the present by denouncing the artificial restrictions we place on ourselves. 

  2. Line 8: Ok, Fugees. (Joke!)

  3. I like (that):

    • Simple language and natural imagery reinforce the idea that the things we usually learn slowly and painfully over time are actually obvious when we let authenticity speak.

    • The liberal use of my beloved em dash to end the first 5/7 stanzas, which each also begin the same way: "How to [present tense verb]."

    • Stanza 3: "How to go home again when the wood thrush / is promising the drunk liquid bliss of dusk--"

    • Very little punctuation exists at the same time as a ton of structure.

  4. If an overabundance of caution "protract(s) the striving... life" (line 11), too little hurries it along. No need to languish; no need to rush.

Raymond Carver, Company 

From collection Ultramarine

My thoughts on this piece: 

  1. Carver is one of my favorites of the super straightforward, realist American poets--a great teacher of impact and restraint. I do not wonder what he meant by this at all.

  2. I like (that): 

    • To me, the first sentence connotes a tank for an animal. 

    • The part: "Hours and hours / much like a little room. / With just a strip of carpet to walk on." Time does not pass in the setting; the setting is the time that passes. 

    • Carver uses a lot of clipped, short sentences that begin with connecting words ("And," "Or," "Like," "With"). 

    • The threaded vowel sounds ("Or," "Over," "Hours").