Jupiter conjunction Uranus, , exact at 19:04, Sept 26 They say to expect a sudden windfall but instead I get an unexpected disaster, which could, I admit, really be a blessing in disguise, but if it is a blessing, the disguise is so good that it has me shaking inwardly deep in my thoracic cavity, […]
Don Riggs: The Flies of Mid-Autumn
The flies of mid-autumn are fat and slow. Their buzzing is over an octave too low. They are the survivors: there is no limit to how large they can grow, but as long as they eat, they expand. They are anachronistic, like the last Civil War veterans in the mid-twentieth century or like the few […]
Don Riggs: Knee Jerk Automatism
Frank O’Hara wrote very rapidly on a typewriter he kept about chest height on top of a bureau of drawers where he’d shove the finished poems amid underwear and shirts and socks that he wore to his job at MOMA selling postcards and ultimately curating abstract expressionist canvases by his drinking buddies late at night—the […]
Don Riggs teaches writing in the Department of English and Philosophy at Drexel University, in Philadelphia, PA, in which city he had studied writing poetry under Toby Olson and Rachel Blau Duplessis alongside many of the New Philadelphia Post Language Poets. He had previously studied Southern lyricism under James Seay in Chapel Hill, NC.
Don Riggs: Vertigo
I sat there, listening to the breeze, Only there was no breeze, I was inside, the windows were closed. It was like wind in the dry leaves, curled up stiff like old people, when their chests have started to long for their abdomens, they’ve been apart for so many years. And their heads have acquired […]