Chris Forhan Poems
- Gouge, Adze, Rasp, Hammer So this is what it's like when ...
- A Child's Guide To Etiquette Never put your personal spoon in...
- Last Words The night sky's a black stretch limo, boss in the ...
- Billet-Doux She reads by the light of a guttering candle and...
- Vanishing Act my father is having to leave the house with ...
- My Almost-Daughter, My Nearly-... Those overtime nights ...
- Late Meditation Night again, and I'm not impressed: the ...
Chris Forhan grew up in Seattle, Washington. He earned an MA from the University of New Hampshire and an MFA in creative writing from the University of Virginia. He is the author of Forgive Us Our Happiness (1999), co-winner of the Bakeless Literary Publication Prize; The Actual Moon, The Actual Stars (2003), winner of the Samuel Morse French Poetry Prize; and Black Leapt In (2009), chosen by poet Phillis Levin for the Barrow Street Press Book Prize.
Publishers Weekly noted that in Forgive Us Our Happiness Forhan’s “happiness is mediated by wry glances at the mythic . . . and the demotic.” Often elegiac, the poems in Black Leapt In address a son’s early loss of his father, and the... more »
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Gouge, Adze, Rasp, Hammer
So this is what it's like when love
leaves, and one is disappointed
that the body and mind continue to exist,
exacting payment from each other,
engaging in stale rituals of desire,
and it would seem the best use of one's time
is not to stand for hours outside
her darkened house, drenched and chilled,
blinking into the slanting rain.
So this is what it's like to have to
practice amiability and learn
to say the orchard looks grand this evening
as the sun slips behind scumbled clouds
and the pears, mellowed to a golden-green,
glow like ...