As part of Tuesday's event, Medeiros will read from his first collection of poetry, titled couplets for a shrinking world.
Here's a sampling:
I feel God only
as the stones feel the hard crush.
-- Cain, Ed Ingebretsen
I have looked for heroes in the seaweed.
Searched for tongues in the ocean's waves --
blue & green & wet with nature's fury.
All to find him.
I swear he was there once, lobster-trapped
along the shores of Narragansett Bay,
where I ran for three miles at 5 AM. The weight
of the wind heart-heavy against my chest:
Tired victims seek refuge
by facing north.
& I took him in like a secret breath --
& surrounded myself with holy water.
Faced the monastery to the north
(as if the north would protect me from myself).
Then, like parted waters, my body split in two --
One half crushed by his weight,
the other, long detached like an unknown twin
before dawn has planned her dirty day.
- Facing North, by John Medeiros, from his collection couplets for a shrinking world, published by North Star Press. Reprinted here with permission from the author.