![]() The market gurgles ageless sounds around us. They cut open a woman, removed the heart, Into a bowl with cilantro, sprouts, brothĪnd a fleshy lump of noodles. The red meat turns grayĪnd rubbery in bubbling froth. ![]() Noodles slip off my novice chopsticks.Īt the plywood counter, I buy another soup. Now, he's one day out of a monastery and saffron A few months agoĪ good way to hold hands with a girl. Kind: Thai and American cultures, two dreams Like the streams of ants up and down the shop wall.Įyebrows shaved clean, Kwaam smiles, ethereal, So we let the windĭiscussing the Dream of Culture with Professor KwaamĪt the corner of Somprasong and Petchaburi Where the crosses enter the earth, we can’t Off campus, told my father what he wanted Studying for Father Alex’s economics finals,ĭean, knew all the favorite student haunts Like an inevitable iron grass that says what ironĪlways says: I was hot. Peter lives in Charlotte, NC, with his wife and son. He has received two Pennsylvania Council On the Arts Grants for poetry. His poems have appeared in CRAZYHORSE, RIVER CITY, POETRY EAST, and WEST BRANCH. God is in the details, and they are good and strong here." ![]() "Peter Blair's poetry takes me right inside a place I've never been, the working life of a steel mill. About his work, Alicia Ostriker has written: His first full-length collection, LAST HEAT, won the 1999 Washington Prize and is forthcoming in February from Word Works Press. He has published three chapbooks, INSIDE THE TRACKHOE, A ROUND, FAIR DISTANCE FROM THE FURNACE, and FURNACE GREENS all of which won national contests. He has worked in a steel mill, a psychiatric ward, and served three years in the Peace Corps in Thailand. in American Literature from the University of Iowa. Born in Pittsburgh, he has worked in a psychiatric ward and a steel mill, and served three years in the Peace Corps in Thailand. Peter Blair’s first full-length book Last Heat, won the 1999 Washington Prize and was published by Word Works Press. Peter did not make the final list of winners, but his poems stayed with me. They turned out to be by Peter Blair, a widely published poet who is now teaching at UNC-Charlotte. While judging the Nazim Hikment Festival poetry contest last spring, I kept coming back to a set of poem that moved me with their perspective and their language.
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