Sam Sax's Blog, page 7
October 13, 2015
September 13, 2015
September 11, 2015
Fraternity by Sam Sax
& here i am: somewhere
in the middle of my life
in the middle of texas
listening to a man
on the radio tell the story
of two brothers falling
from a high rise: one
survives, the other does
what you’d expect,
& i am lying on my back
listening for the sound
of skin against pavement,
for the radio to start
spilling over its limbs
& every place i’ve ever lived
was a desert once & will
become desert again: i call
my brother just to hear him
breathing & he’s an empty
sound, a scythe knifing still air:
how you can look back
on a life & see only salt there
& isn’t this gravity: the planet
sprinting through blackness
while i listen to another man
grieve his dead, knowing
my own brother might outlive me,
his voice a stone falling
through the line, landing
somewhere wet inside me
& outside my window
in the middle of texas
in the middle of the street
two boys in matching greek
jackets stumble drunk
through the dark, arms
desperate for the other,
bearing their terrible closeness,
fighting god to stay erect.
m’poem
August 15, 2015
July 16, 2015
buttonpoetry:
Sam Sax - “Wanting a Dead Man”“Recently, just...
Sam Sax - “Wanting a Dead Man”
“Recently, just before orgasm, I see my first lover. Not how he is now, of course, in a suit, in a coffin, in the ground, skin drying out around his nails and hair, a stone planted above his head that reads his good dead name, but rather as he was then. Impossibly young and illuminated.”
Performing during the Button Poetry/Organic Weapon Arts showcase at AWP 2015. Check out Sam’s book at the Button website, and subscribe to Button on YouTube!
New Poem on Button Poetry… this one’s a bit sad.
June 5, 2015
May 22, 2015
wordsdancemag:
7 Poems That Go Bump in the NightPoems by...
7 Poems That Go Bump in the Night
Poems by samsax, warsanshires, jeanannverlee, Khary Jackson, Sylvia Plath, oceanvuong & Michael Gira.
Compiled by Anita Ofokansi (deeplystained).
May 21, 2015
"some say he lit women
ablaze as a source of light
for his garden.
but when a fire is set
like a..."
ablaze as a source of light
for his garden.
but when a fire is set
like a table, who has ever seen it
stop eating?
who has seen missouri
reduced to ash
while a policeman
washes his hands.”
- Sam Sax, “Story Arc,” published in The Offing (via bostonpoetryslam)
