PSH: Poets of the Week

Bio (auto)

Poems of mine have been published in The Atlantic, Poetry, North American Review, Orion, Colorado Review, Nimrod, Meridian, Chelsea, Southern Poetry Review, Southwest Review, Chariton Review, to name a few places, and I was a finalist for the Richard Snyder Memorial Prize, from Ashland Poetry Press, in 2007, and earlier for The National Poetry Series, The Brittingham Poetry Award, and the Anhinga Poetry Prize. I have also been nominated four years for a Pushcart Prize. My third collection is Headhunting (Edwin Mellen, 2002), a travelogue of ritual practices of love and possession. And I have published two electronic editions, an e-Book, All Night Card Game in the Back Room of Time (Pulpbits, 2007) and a CD, Tree in the Wall, (CDchapbooks.com, 2006). I teach literature and Creative Writing with the University of Colorado, Boulder, and have recently become the managing editor of the online press, Poets Chapbooks. I live just outside Lyons, Colorado, in the mountains. But then I teach in Boulder.

Poem for Hrafnhildur

You were the warrior crow
woman and we were drinking Gunpowder
tea in Dali’s overblown town of Figueres
and I was thinking you were just about
as purely open to the world as any of these
bloody tourists on their dream trip
to the old fascist’s favorite self-constructed
temple/museum, complete with jewelry store
where you could buy huge hunks of gold
to rest precariously on your finger.
But that was not us. We were there
to see where all the noise came from
for the longest of lifetimes or until
the Subaru commercials at least
and to wonder how we, the artist warrior
crow Woman of the Icelandic Vikings
and the poor Irish poet boy would
survive the silent, and sometimes blind
art worshippers of the 21st century.

Chadwick Green
jerry_was_a_racecar_driver_@hotmail.com

Bio (auto)

Chadwick is a young writer and musician living in British Columbia. His nomadic lifestyle makes it difficult to call anywhere home but offers inspiration with every step. Aside from poetry, he is working on a medieval fantasy novel and his first solo album. He is married to his guitar and they are doing well, thank you.

Alchononymous

smashed, I -
become judas in mirrors
- reflect

and tie
the shape of a
noose

a life
of ethanol
overloads

early mourning
of the hung variety

air swelters
while ice flows
through my grainy
skin

and we meet
in empty evangelism, which
does nothing
for my

strife