A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011


Among the fort lawned greens and Huxtable hedges you find me there

In pink seersucker with damp granola in my palm

And an overinflated basketball at my disposal

You see me through an empty swear jar and I look ascared

I text you just to hear your clever ringtone

‘So you want to wear Andy pants’

Ray Ray

Judicial Juciness

Friend Farm


Framing, Nighting, Politing

The Long Held Sip

It could feel cool if we let it

Like gym quality steel

In the grip of a retired snitch

Don't ever say to anyone you shouldn't have told me that


  1. I like to think maybe the retired snitch is holding the empty swear jar. Double-fisting.

  2. My New Critical approach suggests to me that the retired snitch = The Revolution. OH WAIT that is NOT New Criticism it is New Historicism. That gym quality steel is circulating, my friends.

  3. I don't think I really understand what New Historicism is. Don't tell Rutgers. (And/or, Rutgers has failed me.) I also don't really understand 'the culture wars.' Maybe you had to live it to get it.

  4. I think the culture wars are maybe still happening? but I might not understand them either.