CAConrad



               














                                      there is
                             always someone
                       dancing on our planet
                      I'm joining you I shout
                          from my apartment
                                       wherever
                                       whoever
                                     engineering
                                     the new feeling
                                       my fuck-you brow a fine
                                       calligraphy upon my forehead
                                     my ancestors built boats
                                  my poems go sailing
                                are you
                               someone who
                               murdered someone
                                I need to know
                                 before I
                                fall in love
                               prophecy is
                             the dance
                            turning
                            slowly
                             on one
                              toe
                               then
                  shake shake
                  shake it out
                  shake shake
                  shake it out







































                      a great
                              poet
                                   dies
                                     this is
                                      what it felt like for
                                     catholics when the pope died
                                   she stopped speaking to
                                spirits to become one
                              we never engage
                             every key at once
                             it is one quiet
                             turning
                              at a time
                                 I did a tarot reading while
                                    the operator had me
                                        on hold and when
                                           she came back I
                                            said I'm sorry
                                             but my cards
                                             say to tell you
                                            no thank you
                                         my fingers
                                      toiled the
                                   tangles
                                free



Biographical Statement

CAConrad has been writing poems for more than 50 years and working with (Soma)tic poetry rituals for over 20 years. Their latest book is Listen to the Golden Boomerang Return (Wave Books / UK Penguin 2024). They received the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize, a PEN award, a Creative Capital grant, a Pew Fellowship, and a Lambda Literary Award. The Book of Frank is available in 9 different languages, most recently French and Italian. They also exhibit poems as sculpture with recent shows in London, Hamburg, Melbourne, Porto, Santander, and Tucson. They teach at the Sandberg Art Institute and De Ateliers in Amsterdam. Please visit them online at https://CAConrad.com