I'm a card-carrying Poet – the most satisfying business card I've ever had. How I Learned To Be White just came out from Antrim House. It's the result of three years of introspection on how ancestry, education, and childhood surroundings influence how I understand the white privilege I carry and its impact on who I'd like to be. I'm very grateful to Firestone Feinberg for having posted two of the poems in the book on this website and to poets Andrea Hollander and Rennie McQuilkin of Antrim House for their suggestions. Website: triciaknoll.com
Just My Luck to Never Know
What boon is it that English
rhymes bone with stone?
Honesty in womb to tomb.
Finality of burn and urn.
How to give thanks for how blind morphs
– be blind, hide in blinds, peek-a-boo blue blinds.
Why do the origins of star and stare
have little to do with each other?
Why did an online haiku generator
call me a leftover geometry
in a timeframe of glass?
What reveals the most surprise
oracle dice or sweet jasmine rice?
turn of the wheel or serpent’s meal?
Did madness make me a poet?
© 2018 Tricia Knoll
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