new poem in black warrior review
it’s always tricky when people who don’t read poetry ask what kind of poetry you write, but “experimental” seems like a safe response that suggests something without really having to say anything, at all. it also used to feel like an honest answer.
some poets I know are still experimenters, their work like whiskers, a sensory organ probing for what they cannot see. but “experimental poetry” has mostly calcified into a genre, codified & timestamped, like how the literature of the future never made it out of the 80s.
so with a nod to Wendy Trevino, I’d like to say this is not experimental poetry. but maybe it is.