Doug Anderson: Company
She left him food and locked him in the house
to go to work. No blame, no money
Doug Anderson: I once flew in my dreams
I once flew in my dreams.
Then I read a book
that taught me how to control it.
Doug Anderson: Afterlife
My old friends are pretty much the same, a little slower getting out of their chairs, but the who of them always there beneath the skin – soul? I’ve become … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: I am eating my shame
The dishes are scattered around me and the dogs won’t touch the scraps. You who have condemned me take back what belongs to you, for you are not pure. If … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: In These Times
The fawn was lost, it seemed to me, stumbling through the foggy field and disappearing. I went after it, not knowing why, thought I might help somehow. Wanted to hold … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: Awakened at two thirty by love
The noise of my life is still sleeping,and the self beneath myself enters the room.I say, I hope I’ve not abandoned you,my better brother. He says, no — I’m here all … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: Only the hard things remain
Only the hard things remain. That bucket with the bottom rusted out won’t do. That old horse will – see how he still runs toward the barn when he hears … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: Christmas
When I was a child and miserable
and love stopped at every house but mine
I’d go to sleep wishing for an angel,
that she’d emanate from the dark
and come to my bed.
Doug Anderson: Purity and Politics
We live in an age of tarnished idols. Picasso was a womanizer, drunk with his own success, having been born into the pivotal moment of modernism and thus achieving more … Continue reading
Video: Viet Thanh Nguyen
. As part of the Lannan Foundation Readings and Conversation series, Viet Thanh Nguyen is introduced by Maxine Hong Kingston, then reads from his work. Recorded March, 2017. . Viet … Continue reading
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Doug Anderson: Sfumato
The wall crumbles and the world floods in. Put down my sword and shield. May you free fall into me. Of all the names for love, this. Da Vinci knew … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: I am always in love
I am always in love because that is what we are here to do. It feels like dyspepsia when it can’t find its object or its object is abstract. It … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: I don’t know what a self is
I don’t know what a self is maybe it’s all the fear and hurt collected in a life, a shield of scar-tissue where, beneath, the true heart lies, destitute, held … Continue reading
