Member since January 9, 2012 | 16,628 Readings |
Michael Canavan received his MFA in poetry from Cornell University. He lives in Brooklyn, where he works developing educational games for use in classrooms. He has a black belt in Tae Kwon Do and loves soft-shell crabs.
Like a silver trumpet, I’m beautiful / but bad at my job. I can’t tell my friends / that this is all I am. Because they’re / pharaohs and I’m a…
A Long Take Of What It Takes
Top Gun (1986) / / Suddenly I was the one catching the keys as they took a smart parabola from his hand to mine (how like anything thrown to never…
I would wake where my brief tribe gathers, / a stranger eddying from every mirror. / So lost a stranger, asking directions of pinwheel oleander. …
How a fire spooks a field out of its hallows, / prone raccoons trapped within, / / hemmed by freeway rubble filthily burning. / Darker. How each…
Subscribed by Michael Canavan
A Short Ode To My Publisher
Dena Rash Guzman
you made me cry / at the beginning of the editorial process / and then you fired me / because you were cranky / because you fell off a dock /…
THE TERRAIN IS A FUNCTION OF SOUND
I go mainly with strangers / before insight / / They welcome me to excavate / whole ravines of welcome / / We are slung too low / for our…
The Future of Flowers
All night I listened to the man / laughing in the courtyard. All night / his laughter said, / / Let things outlast you: everything you do, / do…
Low Budget Michael
First I stalk them with a pinhole / from the dive-shop to the Presidential Suite / where I prop a tripod on a block of wood / in the corner. This…
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