Author Archives: sepohlig

Activities: Heart palpitations, painting my nails, reading short stories in the New Yorker, baking pies, cookies, decadent cakes, quiches, forcing people to eat what I make, writing everything down, get rich quick schemes, figuring out how to be famous, shaping Annie’s brand-new mind, reading Go Dog, Go, feeding her free orange slices from the supermarket, cutting my hair when I’m sad, trying not to cut my hair.

Interests: What’s for dinner, Iris, electric blankets, lip gloss like flypaper, those little cocktail umbrellas that go in your margarita or hair, succulents in my garden, shades of nail polish like birds of paradise, Doctor Dictionary, people who make me laugh, reading belles lettres.

midas youth

It’s Christmas ev­e and the poets are calling for snow. The weatherman’s predicting heartache. Me, I’ve got snow in my eyes and a lingering ear infection. I heard Isabel Allende on the radio today, she was talking about vestigial tremors in the earth in Chile. I thought about how everyone would think they were always […]

Billy Collins

Billy Collins, I’m sorry to say I judged you by your name. My sister gave me a book of yours Christmas last, and while I loved the cover (nine dissimilar photos of horses, as you know), I thought, Billy. Maybe Collins. But not Billy. No poet is called Billy. What would a Billy write about? […]

No Title, too miscellaneous.

I’m trying to channel Iris and her work ethic, which is on par with mine. Actually, above par, or I wouldn’t be trying to channel it. Do you think energy is real, that it’s possible? I do think it doesn’t hurt to try. Robyn told me to drink a glass of water and imagine sweetness […]

Rabid Rabbit

I’ve got “The Pinkeye,” as Robyn’s Persian boss says. It’s a stupid name for a stupid disease. Your eyes get bloodshot and super sensitive to light. I had to buy sunglasses from the Dollar General this morning it was so bad. The only upside is that my eyes look blue against brick-red sclera. I’ve always […]

From the Velveteen Rabbit

I have, for some reason, a record of The Velveteen Rabbit, read by Meryl Streep. In case you’ve forgotten it, here’s one of the best parts: The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the […]

Bethlem watcher

Bethlem watcher, night rider, I found your cartography scrolls, saw your  insane calligraphy penned small and scrawling like the tree branches against the now-gathering darkness at five. I read your Old World maps, traced the sea monsters with my fingernail, read in their visages what I once read in a tale  poorly translated from Czech […]

Bridge and Frankenstein

I had hoped Erin would come with me to bridge night; Triangle Bridge Club meets in Durham and Erin and I have been secretly studying Goren, the author of this book I’ve got on Contract Bridge. Shady and Shannon don’t know that we’ve been studying on the sly, but it’s all right because I doubt […]