Douglas Goetsch Poems
- Counting I'd walk close to buildings counting bricks, run ...
- Stanley Avenue A summer breeze lifts white gauze ...
- Gone It's easy to want someone dead. Take this guy who ...
- The Kingdom A little girl in her Halloween princess ...
- Smell and Envy You nature poets think you've got it, ...
- Walking Wounded Spring came and we had to hide our boners ...
Douglas Goetsch's books of poetry include NOBODY'S HELL (Hanging Loose Press, 1999), THE JOB OF BEING EVERYBODY (Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 2004), winner of the CSU Poetry Center Open Competition, Nameless Boy (forthcoming) and four chapbooks. He is a recipient of fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and the New York Foundation for the Arts, a Pushcart Prize, the Donald Murray Prize, the Paumanok Prize, and numerous other honors. His work has appeared in Poetry , The New Yorker , The Iowa Review , The Gettysburg Review , Best American Poetry , online at Garrison Keillor's The Writer's Almanac , on the air at NPR. more »
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I'd walk close to buildings counting
bricks, run my finger in the grout
till it grew hot and numb. Bricks
in a row, rows on a floor, multiply
floors, buildings, blocks in the city.
I knew there were numbers for everything--
tires piled in mountains at the dump,
cars on the interstate to Maine,
pine needles blanketing the shoulder of the road,
bubbles in my white summer spit.
I dreamed of counting the galaxies
of freckles on Laura MacNally,
touching each one--she loves me,
she loves me not--right on up her leg,
my pulse beating away at the...