Essay |
“On The Level”
“When the grass ripens, Dad mows, rakes, bales, and wraps it alone, in rotations that last throughout the summer. Sometimes he manages to hire a cousin or neighbor, but help is hard to find in hay season.”
Poetry |
“The Book”
Poetry |
“Bad Hobby”
Fiction |
“Siesta in the Cedar Tree”
“When Cecilia left at five that afternoon, walking alone through the woods, Elena ran to her mother’s room and said, ‘Cecilia has tuberculosis.’ Suddenly a fence sprang up around her …”
Interview |
A Conversation with Carl Phillips on the 100th Anniversary of the Yale Younger Poets Prize
“From the start, I had a diversity of submissions, and this seems to have been the result of my having been announced as the judge. As soon as that happened, there was a lot of conversation among writers of color and queer writers, suggesting that they felt the Yale series was becoming more open.”
Poetry |
“Helios,” “holy order” & “flight”
Poetry |
“Unquiet Walk”
Essay |
“The Past Tense of the Census”
“There were heads to count, assessment questions, and not every house, she soon learned, was welcoming. House trailers were rare and always alone …”
Poetry |
“Mere Humans”
Poetry |
“Rope Trick”
Poetry |
“The Ballad of Gaol” and “Lorca”
Essay |
“Recognition”
“An asylum, one day, was identified from our car. My mother, tired of my ‘acting a fool,’ said, ‘A wing is reserved there for children’ …”
Essay |
“The Silence of the Wasps”
“The morning of my hospital appointment, I research the humours in medieval medicine – black bile, blood, phlegm and yellow bile. Yellow bile is choleric, inciting anger, irritability, envy and jealousy.”