This Thursday, March 21st, Carrie Seitzinger will be reading with other Oregon Book Awards finalists at Literary Arts at 7:00 p.m.
A poem from Fall Ill Medicine
Tonight, I feed myself winter.
It sticks to the tongue, bitter putty.
The spoon’s in my mouth
when I go to the window.
Weren’t parrots supposed to be flashing
among them in a fury of wide open wings?
A parade of life to remind me
that an entire world exists outside of this.
Then I walk to the window and fall out.
And it is beautiful and I am happy.
“Darkness is a comfortable carpet for all. Not everyone can find a way to yank it up from the tacks and flip the thing so that it feels like new medicine and home. Seitzinger does this with a pale grace that doesn’t wallow in sorrow, but finds a narrow ease. Welcome to an erotic super-suck that lulls the reader with the Gods of ‘ghostcolor,’ pink wedding rice and secret places. Here awaits the kinds of places that only hungry poets will unlock.” –Derrick Brown, author of Strange Light and President of Write Bloody Publishing.
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