Adam Whipple is a musician, poet, and author living in Knoxville, Tennessee, in a house called The Watershed. A graduate of Carson-Newman University, he is an editor of Foundling House and a writer for The Rabbit Room. His essays and poetry have also appeared or are forthcoming in The Pigeon Parade Quarterly, Analogue, and The Blue Mountain Review.
A poem by Adam Whipple
“…the hyssop that springeth out of the wall…” — I Kings 4:33 The flecks greening skin after cutting collards Are good as tattoos leafing my blood-tree of veins, Mapping these hands I got from my fathers, Their time-chipped cords of busy life writ plain. Our months are marked by brassicas, Or at least by something […]
A poem by Adam Whipple
This mortal coil allows me no control over the scheduling of epiphanies
I stand beside another man in casual day-wear and sing the same words and melody he sings, and we learn from each other.
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