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He had green eyes, so I wanted to sleep with him. Green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool. You could drown in those eyes, I said. The fact of his pulse, the way he pulled...

Richard Siken

He had green eyes, so I wanted to sleep with him. Green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool. You could drown in those eyes, I said. The fact of his pulse, the way he pulled...

Tags: crush, eyes, love, richard siken

Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later.

Richard Siken

Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later.

Tags: dreams, future, glass, love, write, writer

About Author
Richard Siken (born February 15, 1967) is an American poet, painter, and filmmaker. He is the author of the collection Crush (Yale University Press, 2005), which won the Yale Series of Younger Poets Competition in 2004. His second book of poems, War of the Foxes, was published by Copper Canyon Press in 2015.

From the landscape: a sense of scale. From the dead: a sense of scale.

Richard Siken

From the landscape: a sense of scale. From the dead: a sense of scale.

Tags: perspective, scale

What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn't know it's dead.

Richard Siken

What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn't know it's dead.

Tags: ghosts

He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.

Richard Siken

He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.

Tags: sky

How we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was anotherappleto slice into pieces.Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it...

Richard Siken

how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was anotherappleto slice into pieces.Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it...

Tags: love, obsession