First, read this:
I think the dogwood sprays are antenna dishes,
they are receiving something in the coming dark.
- and this -
blanching like the nausea
when you see the smile
of the wound, your blood spurting
to the rhythm of your hard-working, imbecile heart,
beating itself to death.
- - -
These are two selections from a single poem, chosen more or less at random from this collection. This is the first collection from Michael Chitwood and it shows the power that's exhibited in his second book, The Weave Room.
There is a sense of the Virginias and the Carolinas here that will seem obvious to those who live there, but the settings will not seem strange to others. The book contains some good prose poetry in addition to free verse and both hold the clarity of the author's images, presented in plain language that suddenly seems to have much more power and life than we might normally consider it to have.

First, read this:
I think the dogwood sprays are antenna dishes,
they are receiving something in the coming dark.
- and this -
blanching like the nausea
when you see the smile
of the wound, your blood spurting
to the rhythm of your hard-working, imbecile heart,
beating itself to death.
- - -
These are two selections from a single poem, chosen more or less at random from this collection. This is the first collection from Michael Chitwood and it shows the power that's exhibited in his second book, The Weave Room.
There is a sense of the Virginias and the Carolinas here that will seem obvious to those who live there, but the settings will not seem strange to others. The book contains some good prose poetry in addition to free verse and both hold the clarity of the author's images, presented in plain language that suddenly seems to have much more power and life than we might normally consider it to have.