James Grinwis is the author of two books of poetry, The City From Nome (National Poetry Review Press) and Exhibit of Forking Paths (Coffee House/ National Poetry Series), both of which appeared in 2011. His poems have been relatively quiet since then, though recently have made appearances, or soon will, in journals including Hotel Amerika, […]
James Grinwis
James Grinwis: PHOTOGRAPHY, OR WRITING WITH SUNLIGHT
The dinner: subtle. The conversation: witty, a few stranded grains. I sat on the outskirts of the table, wayward-like, un-intimately tied to the events being created. Sal was sculpting her future with contemplation. Like one painting fused to another painting. The park bench she placed in an autumn pool, the architecture in a suit of […]
James Grinwis: SPOKELAND
A barn in a dark field surrounded by a few girls. A sheaf of old love notes inside a Hyundai pries itself open, oops. It can go like that, or it can remain, get bored, naked. A mad nude. After the marathon there is beer week, and then there is hurt […]
James Grinwis: BRAINSCAPE
–Our brains are made of marbles, and a game is always going on inside our skulls. -Caroline Knox “Our Brains” Miroslav Rastropovich is eating an ice cream cone by the steps of the Janiculum. It is February but he’s quite warm in his bearskin. This after absorbing the exhibition on the […]
Episode 84: Hot Pants & Sneeze Ghosts
It’s a rainy day in Philly, even rainier in NYC, and curiously blue in Abu Dhabi. We’re wondering whether you can OD on zinc, what’s happening on planet Saadiyat, and whether ghosts are real. These poems are full of curious imagery, versatile movements and occasional hot-pants and sneeze-ghosts. We loved journeying through each one, which […]