The word: Fang
One of my favorite contemporary writers is Benjamin Percy. I’ve taught one of his stories, “Refresh, Refresh,” for six years; it grows with each discussion. So I was thrilled this past week when Ben Percy came to Boise State and I got to hear him read from his new book, Red Moon, a thriller (about werewolves) that is set in the American West.
The Stranger: Ben
His Word: Fang
The poem I wrote:
I dwell in a place of rock, near owls
who live in cliffs and build nests
for their young, their riotous
nighttime bodies supported
by nothing: just air. And who
will support me when I turn
to dust like all the rest? Like any
animal I search the ground
for imperfect bodies of food,
and I dig my fangs hard
into any twitching thing: then
I soar up high, holding on tight
to air, to wind, to absolutely nothing.
The Challenge: Do you have a poem in you on this word? Write one here.