about the poem and discomfort zones
Agave is from a chapbook I have just finished (unpublished), called Pale Red, which explores the relationship between two alcoholic expats in Mexico.
The poem that follows this one in sequence appeared in flashquake. It also features the agave plant, you can find it here: Pinas.
The one that comes directly before "Agave" in the manuscript is Three Cockatoos, which was in Danse Macabre
The book as a whole is a (dis)comfort zone; mostly a discomfort one I thought as I submitted the poem. Looking at it again though, I see how an inevitable back and forth between the two polarities operates throughout the book. In this poem, the house / home, traditionally a place of comfort, is providing only discomfort, as the narrator feels displaced geographically and (discomforted) emotionally; at dis-ease.... A return to comfort is imagined only in death.
It seems I've been working on, and from within, (dis)comfort zones, for some time. For example my book, Another Night at the Circus. Since I find it difficult to say anything about it myself, here is a collage of someone else's comments:
"They are vignettes...pieces from an unknown whole...walled off...purposely pushing away.... I cannot find you. You write about yourself as if you are a stranger to yourself."
- Rose Hunter
Another Night at the Circus
Pale Red poems:
Other poems from the manuscript have been published in sub-scribe (Rainy Season), The Burning Shore Review (Muse On My Staircase + Pale Red), and Juked (He is no Pinkerton,).
There are also two other poems forthcoming in the artisitically declined Sententia.
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