h d e rushin : Writing

F*g from this hard-scrabble heaven.

F*g from this hard-scrabble heaven.

A Poem by h d e rushin


for toni jones, pickled fish.
life

life

A Poem by h d e rushin


They found Plath with her head in the oven, defeatedby effort and energy.Sexton they found in the garagewith the engine running on a lovelyday.Liam Re..
the fish and the marigold

the fish and the marigold

A Poem by h d e rushin


I have never seen the Pacific; sure don't mean it's not there, rushingover rocks, grinding sharks smooth,showering the poet with egoism andmud wine.D..
RESOLUTION

RESOLUTION

A Poem by h d e rushin


the act of analyzing a complex notion into a simpler one.
sepaloid, the last version

sepaloid, the last version

A Poem by h d e rushin


Everything we do now cozies up to spring;there is something so mortal about youso possible, conceivable. There's no shamein me asking the undertaker f..
the war

the war

A Poem by h d e rushin


I played with army men up until my sixteenth birthday. I know,It's unrealistic to believea sorcerer's spellmade their plastic armscome alive in a real..
haustellum of a waterwheel

haustellum of a waterwheel

A Poem by h d e rushin


I tried to half myselfthe same way cancer half's you;one day the story is so clearthen they take your bloodand someone walks in your roomwith an anthe..
river-blind.

river-blind.

A Poem by h d e rushin


for joanne,