Chris Hosea

Chris Hosea – Professor Marvel

each marble tells certain stories I have while something else is cooking the books so in between you try frying me around sleep my heart still going from that treadmill at once in several stay with me I’ll say December colander clear ears you pushy loops back though war is never declared one long half […]

Chris Hosea – Molly Ringwald

I could have added them to bump the convo up they say Molly scrunch a sock in pocket you were the one to love mute odorous unquiet remembrance to fall over anything steel wool kiss toe line under Jesus come on in pieces of rope belt not to be seen out of all your friends […]

Chris Hosea – Take Cover Before Striking

versions of women girls easy then off some swing free an empty park I have tight press being jogging asides gently freaking out just a little too hard wrist back teary do artists who die young know how I’m sorry often but not really at task you get stuck near corners paintbrushes can’t touch every […]

Chris Hosea: Walking to Birmingham

WALKING TO BIRMINGHAM On the towpath to eternal life I just can’t genially gesture at assumed outlines imagined as having been left alone to bend and surface saying really something in the air petty as grievances swept I soon remembered never again would votes be tallied by hand customer service be king at this hotel […]

Poetry: Chris Hosea

Chris Hosea is a graduate of Harvard College (AB) and the University of Massachusetts, Amherst (MFA). His first book, Put Your Hands In (LSU Press 2014) was chosen by John Ashbery for the Walt Whitman Award. He works as an advertising copywriter and lives in Brooklyn, New York.