September 2007
Ellen Baxt
Brooklyn, NY
Poet
Residency:
Spring 2007At Casa Libre, I was stunned by the sudden availability of entire days for writing. For those of us who catch an hour here, an hour there, between the obligations of paid work, the luxury of time is a learned treasure.
Red door, a courtyard with bells
Small copper pots or statues under plants
A cactus garden
for breathingOn the street, American teenagers block the entrances
On the hillside, the cactuses have arms
Inside the cactus is ten degrees cooler
Inside the cactus, water. In the summer, the water can boil, causing the cactus to explode
Today there is snow on the palm trees around the pool. Emily tilts her head to let the sun into her ear.I've come to work on "The Water Project" but now I'm in the desert and I don’t have anything to say.
A flood of light
western saunter
Every morning, Morning ma'am
The man at his storefront sewing machine in a pool of cloth
The pillow is an appliqued heartEllen's Bio:
Ellen Baxt's writing has appeared in How2, the tiny, spell, Saint Elizabeth Street, and Boog City. Her chapbooks include Since I Last Wrote, Tender Chemistry, and The day is a ladle. She teaches English as a Second Language at the City University of New York when not practicing handstands or teaching sambaerobics. Her book, Analfabeto/An Alphabet, published In June 2007 by British poetry press, Shearsman Books, is available at your local independent bookstore.
Ellen's Links:
http://www.shearsman.com/pages/books/catalog/2007/baxt.htmlhttp://www.xcp.bfn.org/baxt.html
http://thetinyjournal.com/home.html
http://www.asu.edu/pipercwcenter/how2journal/current/feature/baxt.html
http://www.sonaweb.net/baxtpages.htm
http://www.saintelizabethstreet.org/issue4.html
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