D. A. Powell

@dapowell.bsky.social

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Poet. Shelley Memorial Award, National Book Critics Circle Award, Guggenheim Fellow, NEA Fellow. Books available through @graywolfpress.bsky.social. Poetry, Sex, Music, Food, Politics. 🏳️‍🌈 http://poets.org/poet/d-powell

"I've heard the name," Brody said. "Did you ever look into the guy, Harry?" "I read what little there was. As far as I know, he's never done anything illegal." "Well," said Brody, "maybe it's worth a call." "You're joking," said Hooper. "You'd really do business with this guy?" "I'll tell you what, Hooper. At this point, if someone came in here and said he was Superman and he could piss that shark away from here, I'd say fine and dandy. I'd even hold his dick for him." "Yeah, but...”
Stevie Wonder Talking Book
The view from the balcony at Oakland's classy deco Paramount Theatre.
Cookies with flags in em.
A window in Gdansk Poland filled with puppets.
Eros Eros no hay llave para tu puerta there is no key for your door sólo lengua para tu cerradura only a tongue for your keyhole
Canned fart soup
Sam Sax, D A Powell, Danez Smith at Golden Sardine, San Francisco CA 3 July 2026
Betty Buckley on Law and Order SVU
FIRST FRIDAY POETRY SERIES GOLDEN SARDINE JULY 3rd, 6pm D. A. Powell Baruch Porras-Hernandez D'mani Thomas
Jaws by Peter Benchley 50th anniversary edition
San Francisco Pride Parade, 1993. Me on flag duty.
A van on which is written the word Blowing
Why Poetry is Essential to You for Life Because it floats around the station like a pretty junkie whom you'd be happy to screw, if not for your position. Or it laughs in your face like a child that you'd pamper if it were yours. Or it causes trouble like a decrepit mother who can't remember a thing, who craps herself, whom you'd bury alive in the woods if not for your love for her and your position. Or it spoils your mood like a fortune-teller who accurately predicts your wasted past. Poetry is necessary to you so sometimes you can get out of yourself, see, and never return.
Crayons A boy and a girl in a train compartment. She is absorbed by a coloring book, he by her, he's watching and handing her crayons. Beside them sits a man who betrayed his wife today. Throughout the journey he sleeps. He's sleeping off a hangover. At last he gets up and leaves the compartment. By accident he spills the crayons.
This butter was made even more sweet with pine infused oil. Perfect with hearty country breads.
Peel and eat shrimps with dill mayonnaise and fresh lime
All kinds of colorful chairs, hi-fis, lamps, tchotchkes etc with a mirrored ceiling
D A Powell and Sylvester James, San Francisco, 1983
Peabo Bryson
"Keep on Truckin'...." Poster depicting four dudes who keep on truckin'. My parents hung this poster in our family room.
The cover of the book
Two crows in the Panhandle
Shower scene from Phantom of the Paradise mimics Hitchcock's Psycho.
DEATH here today gone tomorrow right around that corner o yikes o yikes
16 May, 1985 My gin and skinny tie year
Enrico Rotelli made amazing risotto with mussels shrimp and calamari. Cathy Park Hong made inspired salad. Poets and fiction writers dined well together ❤️🎉🍷
I'm in the stocks.
Cutbank presents a poetry reading with D. A. Powell May 16th at 6pm Leaf & Quiet 235 N First W St Missoula, MT
California shakes its pedals/poppies are lying against the hills, orange in their careless motion, like goldfish swimming in and out of an aquarium castle. Excerpt from On the Subject of Roses, Diane Wakoski
Richard Silberg, poet, critic, translator, editor, event host and teacher. He was one of the folks who helped make Berkeley a vital place on the poetry map.
Students fencing on UC Berkeley campus
dogwood blossoms
The Sitting Room is a library of books by and about women inspired by Virginia Woolf's essay A Room of Ones Own.
THE CLOSING HOUR There are pleasures so ordinary that we barely notice them. They leave no impression worth mentioning, even. Not the leaves but the delicate under-leaves that we'd somehow missed. Not the stranger whom we've never met, whom we pass on the walk each morning, but the matched set of off-white-not-quite-ivory-though spaniels that seem to float like two patches of low fog to either side of him. I used to worry about the impression I left on others; and then I really don't remember which came first: I grew up? I grew tired? Desire had become by then something different from what it had been. More hurricane than tornado, its damage therefore more easily at least prepared against, if not forestalled. That certain gestures don't so much linger as seem to make a routine of unexpectedly becoming more apparent some moments than at others doesn't mean we miss them, means there were parts that we loved. I regret almost nothing. I come in peace A lost beast A crown of feather grass A matching wreath
Louise Glück birthday supper at Cafe Zuni, 22 April, 2023.
Outside dining with Louise
V O G U E FANTASY LIFE FUNNY GIRL
Barbra Streisand
Ada Limon and Lemony Snickers after Ada's event at City Arts and Lectures