Typo Magazine — Issue Two

For days
like this, sepia
shades
a good coat

impermeable to the cold of this world, of a capaciousness to house that
which can only be named one's absolute and indivisible (unbeholdable
in its minuteness and hugeness) nonentity, before it is at last
unveiled

In my forty-eighth year, on the thirteenth day of the second month, as I
was wandering among the exiles along the river Charles under general
anesthesia, a small gray cross smudged on my forehead, the heavens
were opened, like a book, like an apple cut in half, and I saw I don't
remember what

Blizzard permitting
her ship should appear
about four in the morning
like a poet's
lonely fame.

Franz Wright was born in Vienna in 1953 and grew up in the Northwest, the Midwest, and northern California. His most recent works include Walking to Martha's Vineyard and The Beforelife (which was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize) and Ill Lit: Selected & New Poems. He has been the recipient of two National Endowment for the Arts grants, a Guggenheim Fellowship, a Whiting Fellowship, and the PEN/Voelcker Award for Poetry, among other honors. He works at the Edinburg Center for Mental Health and the Center for Grieving Children and Teenagers and lives in Waltham, Massachusetts, with his wife, Elizabeth.

Typo — Issue Two