Elizabeth Alexander

Have just finished reading her book while listening to Brian Eno's Apollo (Atmospheres & Soundtracks). I should be working but --- you get the picture. Stray Elizabeth Alexander On the beach, close to sunset, a dog runs toward us fast, agitated, perhaps feral, scrounging for

The morning after. Blues Elizabeth Alexander I am lazy, the laziest girl in the world. I sleep during the day when I want to, 'til my face is creased and swollen, 'til my lips are dry and hot. I eat as I please: cookies and milk after

I am exploring the idea of cocoons for my poems. I have a terrible fascination with them lately. Wombs, too. Fugue Elizabeth Alexander Virginia Woolf, incested though her childhood, wrote that she imagined herself growing up inside a grape. Grapes are sealed and safe. You wouldn't quite float in