Inspiration Buffet:  This week’s buffet features a poem from Risa Denenberg which stirs to mind the concept of “a body of work.”

While we work diligently on individual poems, submit them to journals where they are scattered about, and occasionally gather some into a single published collection, it is easy to forget that we are creating a body of work.

Each poem is just one cell in a larger living body.  A body we all hope will continue breathing and speaking long after our own bodies have returned to ashes and dust.


Spurned – by Risa Denenberg
++++++++++++The novel was lost along with her poems.

One summer
she wrote
of chapter titles,
tossing sheets of paper, one by one,
like white Frisbees
crumpled beneath buffalo hooves.

She’d hoped to leave more than this,
to one day stand behind a podium and recite:
Here are my poems you’ve rejected,
poem after poem,
now I’m dead, feast over my body
of work.

But no one found her folios —
the austere white mice
of her experiments.


About the Poet:
Risa Denenberg lives a quiet life on the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State where she works as a nurse practitioner. She is an editor at Headmistress Press, an independent publisher of poetry by lesbians. Her recent publications include three chapbooks and a full length book, Mean Distance from the Sun (Aldrich Press, 2013).

Photo by Ryan McGuire.


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