B H Fairchild
B H Fairchild Poems
- The Problem How in Heraclitus ideas of things, quality, and ...
- Flight Outside my window the wasps are making their slow ...
- Angels Elliot Ray Neiderland, home from college one ...
- Thermoregulation In Winter Mot... How do the winter moths ...
- The Art Of The Lathe Leonardo imagined the first one. The ...
- Song "Gesang ist Dasein" A small thing done well, the ...
- Motion Sickness I am tired of the heave and swell, ...
B.H. Fairchild is an award-winning American poet and former college professor. His most recent book is Usher, and his poems have appeared in literary journals and magazines including The New Yorker, The Paris Review, and The Southern Review.
He was born in Houston, Texas, and grew up in small towns in the oil fields of Oklahoma, Texas, and Kansas, later working through high school and college for his father, a lathe machinist. He taught English and Creative Writing at California State University, San Bernardino and Claremont Graduate University. He lives in Claremont, California with his wife, Patti, and dog, Minnie.
His third poetry collection, The ... more »
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Comments about B H Fairchild
I am tired of the heave and swell,
the deep lunge in the belly, the gut's
dumb show of dance and counterdance,
sway and pause, the pure jig of nausea
in the pit of a spinning world.
Where the body moves, the mind
often lags, clutching deck, anchor,
the gray strap that hangs like the beard
of death from the train's ceiling,
the mind lost in the slow bulge
of ocean under the moon's long pull