The Blue Pitcher

that which may be filled and emptied

Month: March, 2018

Aging, the Movie

To celebrate my new chapbook, I asked forty girls and women to read from it, and I made a movie. The creative process was amazing. I loved the reminder that although poems often begin as small, quiet things, they grow. I call this meditation-turned-celebration. I hope you like it.

Aging from Nicole Hefner Callihan on Vimeo.

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A Drink with Estha

In Turtle Bay, we share dark beer
in slender glasses and toast the dead—

a fedora on a stool, spiked tickets,
a menu with yesterday’s specials.

Bodies and the ghosts of bodies shake
their umbrellas dry in the entryway,

and though the bartender yells,
the door never closes. Anyone

is bound to walk in. A bell rings.
Your face fades, blurs, as if in a photo.

Even as we raise our glasses,
I am already remembering you.
 

 

Ecology of Grief

On watching the dismantling of Spencer Finch’s “Lost Man Creek”

 

[insert sad poem about art here]