George Gershwin’s last word, as he was dying of a brain tumor too late diagnosed,waiting for the surgeon to arrive from overseas: Astaire. The man was chasing me. I grabbed the closest thing at hand. It happened to bea frying pan. I’d have hit him with it if I hadn’t waked up. Linda wants to know […]
Author: Laurel Blossom
LAUREL BLOSSOM is the author of two book-length narrative prose poems, Degrees of Latitude and Longevity, both from Four Way Books. Previous books of lyric poetry include Wednesday: New and Selected Poems, The Papers Said, What’s Wrong, and the chapbooks, Un- and Any Minute. Blossom’s awards include fellowships from Ohio Arts Council, New York Foundation for the Arts, The National Endowment for the Arts, and Harris Manchester College, Oxford University. She served as the first Poet Laureate of Edgefield, South Carolina, 2015-2017. She lives in Los Angeles.
How Can You Tell It’s a Poem If It Doesn’t Rhyme?
I was watching the US Open ten nis matches on TV when I got up, putting my whole weight down on my sleeping left foot. I heard it crack. X rays revealed a fractured fifth pin kie metatarsal bone. My first sports in jury. I’m proud of it. But I’m lucky. I’ve always been lucky. […]