The Dread-Headed Queen who Decided to Become a Professor to Educate Her Kingdom Herself Since She Saw An Epidemic-Like Spread of the Dupid Population with the Set of Eyes on Each of Her Dreads
In addition to working on a Ph.D. in Writing & Rhetoric, Eileen James teaches writing and poetry at several colleges in Rhode Island. Her work has been included in a variety of publications, such as Innis Free, The Creative Woman, RIBOT, and No Exit. She has an M.F.A. in poetry from Brown University, and she lives with her twin daughters, a husband, an iguana, two dogs, some chickens, and five cats, the latter of whom she finds to be very judgmental, demanding, and rather stuck-up.
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The Calculus of Being
Only mathematics equates infinitely,
exacting what is not tangible
into figures longing to be touched, accounted
which decree so as to declare nothing
making no sense
out of the opening of branches
in hues that burst final life
and I grow older with all of us,
turning like seasons-
as autumn falls from the summertime.
We were hand-picked for this life,
all come naked and squealing
in this maze of functioning sequences.
I cannot define what is redefinable.
We can not sit as fixtures, set in irreversible poses,
you see, we are all bending.
We were hand-picked for this life,
all come naked and squealing
in this maze of functioning sequences.
I cannot define what is redefinable.
We can not sit as fixtures, set in irreversible poses,
you see, we are all bending.