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"A whirling, Dionysian poet. . . . Dwyer negotiates brazenly with huge tracts of the human condition. Her leaping imagination will make you laugh out loud. The poems in Belle Laide are a rodeo; hang on to your saddle, cowboy."—Tony Hoagland
A man with a shovel in his hand / is a sexy thing.
I dare myself to bury my dead, / to incline towards Cupid's clouds.
I dare myself to love a man all-out. / I'm less afraid of the stray hairs of strangers
left behind in hotel bathtubs; / less afraid of the sounds in the wind.
Conversing is sometimes useless, / like beavers clawing ice –
hoping to erase back into water.
Joanne Dominique Dwyer earned a BA in creative writing from the College of Santa Fe and an MFA from Warren Wilson College. She is a recipient of a Rona Jaffe Foundation Writers' Award, a Bread Loaf Scholar award, and the Anne Halley Poetry Prize. Dwyer resides in northern New Mexico where she works as facilitator for the Alzheimer's Poetry Project.
Coat-of-Arms
Harem
Late Night Confessions
Barely a Body Comes Knocking
Aphonic
Surrender
Feral Fields
Under House Arrest
Photuris P.
Bears and Marmots
Notes on Photuris P.
if an owl is colorblind
The Relativity of Sorrow
In the Arms of Morpheus
Discalced
II
Bent
Animal Love
Absolution
Request to a Lover
The Last Shepherd Down
Supine in the Sun in the Neighborhood of Naked
In the Geometry of Less
Wedded to Dirt
A Beehive on a Shelf
Bareback
I Draw Blood
The Skin of an Otter
Kyphosis
III
Christina the Astonishing
Lingual
Down-by-the-River
Getting Back on the Back of a Horse
In the Yard of the Sanatorium
She Had Some Water
Alchemy
Spinning
Mechanical Bull
Please, Come In
Snow
May 25
Closer to the Surface
Bull's-eye
No Identity Crisis Here