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When you caught one to keep, we took it home and I asked you to teach me. You showed me how to spike the brain— I thanked the fish, looked away, pressed down. We bled it, shaved away the scales, severed meat from bone. I’m afraid of leaving my loved ones alone. Flying into an endless sunset the next day, a soft glow through the window, and every passenger is glazed a smooth bronze.
This week, Cindy Juyoung Ok speaks with Douglas Kearney, who joins from Saint Paul, Minnesota. Kearney is the author of eight books of poetry, prose, and libretti, and his poems are often highly distinctive both on and off the page. Today’s conversation begins with spite and Scrabble, which Kearney writes about in his new essay in the July/August issue of Poetry, a continuation of the “Hard Feelings” series.
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