Curtailed Sonnet
He closed his eyes when I asked him to but I couldn’t then, we were so young. So we […]
Adjuncts, Audio, Poems, Tributes
Adjuncts
Adjuncts, Audio, Poems, Tributes
Wheat Fields with Reaper
after Wheat Fields with Reaper, Auvers,Vincent van Gogh, oil on canvas, 1890Toledo Museum of Art He wears no shrouded hood,
Adjuncts, Poems, Tributes
Performance Without Notes
We were abused by being made to abuse one another: who could stand longest kicked in the crotch? Roll in
Adjuncts, Poems, Tributes
Meursault Gets a Job as an Adjunct English Professor
It doesn’t matter if he forgets sometimes how to speak English, slips back into French, because he doesn’t say much
Recap of Yesterday’s Tenure-Track Job Interview in English
I currently teach English (at least this semester—you never know) as an adjunct at El Camino College and Cal State Long Beach. The word ‘adjunct’ means a thing added to something else, supplementary and inessential. It’s the outsider status that has always informed my poetry.