Category Archives: Marie Fox

A Crisping of Leaves (after before Nightfall) (poems from old notebooks, Shaken by Physics)

A Crisping of Leaves (after Before Nightfall) August. You awake with Death in your throat Laughing; his nicotine yellow beard shedding, Filling, like asbestos, the spaces Between everything. You awake with Death In your throat laughing and you say Fuck … Continue reading

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Nothing Subtle (a poem by request)

Another poem written at the request of Marie Fox, painter. She gave me three words: slivered, subtle, grasses. Here’s a link to the first one, Premature Epitaph for a Painter. Nothing Subtle There’ll be nothing subtle about the cold August … Continue reading

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Premature Epitaph for A Painter (a request, process)

The other day my friend Marie Fox, the painter, was telling me about a self-portrait she’s working on (no, not the painting above—that’s one I stole from her artist page for this post). She said, “John, I think it needs … Continue reading

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