Intersection #6
“Ghosts assemble us again tonight. Ungrateful: this / page, white space, window-light. It will not be enough / to write. It will not be enough to rise and praise // the disappearance of all that came before us.”
Chelsea Dingman’s Intersection
Intersection #5
“The dream is back: I search the BC wilds for my father, bargaining with that impenetrable landscape, our god, to let me find him alive. Tonight, I am lost in a blizzard and I have to choose to forego looking for him in order to live. I have to choose to live.”
Intersection #4
With Intersection, her monthly column, celebrated poet Chelsea Dingman enters a place of questions left hanging—of lyric understanding, of addiction, and womanhood, and politics, and death.
Intersection #3
With Intersection, her monthly column, celebrated poet Chelsea Dingman enters a place of questions left hanging—of lyric understanding, of addiction, and womanhood, and politics, and death.
Intersection #2
With Intersection, her monthly column, celebrated poet Chelsea Dingman enters a place of questions left hanging—of lyric understanding, of addiction, and womanhood, and politics, and death.
Intersection #1
With Intersections, her monthly column, celebrated poet Chelsea Dingman enters a place of questions left hanging—of lyric, of addiction, and womanhood and politics and death.