Terence Winch Poems
- Fishbowl I can't think of anything else to talk with you ...
- Sex Elegy My lovers have vanished. I used to have many. One ...
- Plums You bring out your articles and pronouns your ...
- Small Potatoes We went out to eat. It was like walking on ...
- Grace Didn't know if he was a retard or a drunk. He would ...
- Q & A Q. How important is theory in this poem? It seems as ...
- The Documents The Documents are weeping, fading, fearing the...
Terence Winch is an Irish-American poet, writer and musician.
Terence Patrick Winch was born in New York City in 1945. He grew up in an Irish neighborhood in the Bronx, the child of Irish immigrants. In 1971, he moved to Washington, DC, where he became involved with the Mass Transit readings in Dupont Circle. He published the first issue of Mass Transit magazine and co-founded Some of Us Press with Michael Lally and others. His writing, which shows New York School and other influences, has been widely published and anthologized. Primarily a poet, he has published fiction and non-fiction as well. He was the subject of a profile on National Public Radio's All Things Considered in ... more »
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Comments about Terence Winch
I can't think of anything else
to talk with you about. We have
discussed our jobs, our daily commute,
the foods we like and don't like.
You have ordered wine. I get a Pepsi.
People have died. We acknowledge that.
We're here and they're not. You get up
early. I get up late. I want to tell you
that I see your special dead person still,
mostly in the subway. She was wonderful.
Your new girlfriend is also a gem. How is
it possible to love people who no longer
exist? But they're everywhere, coming
and going in the world of the dead
as though they haven't ...