Chad Weeden – Mint Hill—Late for the Reading
Mint Hill—Late for the Reading for J Shooed out the shop by broom. My fault. I offered to sweep the threshold. Crumbs and ash. Aged paper. The bent bristles that pierced our ribs. We shuffled on again, all scars and none the wiser. Idiots of the night. The same poems wrinkled in our breast pockets […]
Chad Weeden’s the ice stayed but the water left, Reviewed by Erica Goss
Chad Weeden the ice stayed but the water left Broken Tribe Press Reviewer: Erica Goss An enigmatic presence inhabits Chad Weeden’s poetry collection, the ice stayed but the water left, one whose voice possesses the ability to transform the quotidian into glowing slivers of meaning. At times distant, but never aloof, this presence serves as […]
Chad Weeden – Vanishing Point
Vanishing Point We dug our heels in the sand. Pelicans mobbed the surf for chum. A driftwood barge combed the horizon. Caked in salt. New year. We hadn’t said a word past Reno. Another bridge torched behind us for the hell of it. Yet there we were. Washed up. Wrapped your arms around your jagged […]
Chad Weeden – Freezer Burn
Freezer Burn I pull in late. Ripe with the day’s brine. Shuffle up the steps. Melodies of traffic like wannabe ballads still drumming in my ears, stale as the aimless motion, always rushing to this from that, always something as we go: a hole in a bag, tidal waves, rifling for keys in the other […]
