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Winter outside of Providence; winter in northern lower Michigan. Light like a gnat crawling the walls of a milk-glass jar — between snow and cloud cover, the sun’s pale ricochets…

Continuing in the documentary-poetic tradition established by poets like Muriel Rukeyser and Daphne Marlatt, C.D. Wright collaborated with a photographer and conducted field interviews to gather an archive of material…

Thinking on the work and career of the poet C.D. Wright, I return, in my own elliptical fashion, to two quotes (and one idea) from two writers who write about…

In Just Whistle (1993), Tremble (1996), and One Big Self (2003),1 C.D. Wright treats clothing as a liminal space or a semipermeable membrane between the self and the world. We…

Not to know but to go on.Anything is a mirror.There are two endless directions. In and out.1 — Agnes Martin In The Poet, the Lion, Talking Pictures, El Farolito, a…

The lines, “That’s hard / I don’t go there,” appear twice, near the beginning of C.D. Wright’s One Big Self: An Investigation, a poetic collaboration with the photographer, Deborah Luster,…

What will my new instrument be Just this water glassthis untunable spoon Something else is out theregoddamnit And I want to hear it − C.D. Wright, “And It Came to…

You could count on her to tell you who she was. Take it from her four decades of author’s and contributor’s notes, those dozens of third-person self-introductions. In her first…

Nobody needs to prove, in 2025, that C. D. Wright was an influential poet, or a beloved teacher, or someone who continues to be read and studied today. Few American…