Otis Rubottom

I write a lot of things. I’m trying to write more of them here. I care way too much about who made my clothes. otisrubottom.com @otisrubttom


Portraits

My poem for a friend lost on 9/11


Portraits

for Nancy Morgenstern

All month I have been reading The Times waiting for you,

for your face to rise up from the text, a beacon

of loss made visible. Never have so many strangers


Apple Whiskey

A pastoral, of sorts


Apple Whiskey

This morning Ryan and I helped birth
Tim Shannon’s cow. The air was sharp
with spring, the poplar copse sheathed in frost
& from the barn mournful sounds, like a ship

lost near harbor, searching for shore.
It was early & still…


Portraits

My poem for a friend lost on 9/11


Portraits

for Nancy Morgenstern

All month I have been reading The Times waiting for you,

for your face to rise up from the text, a beacon

of loss made visible. Never have so many strangers

Publications edited by Otis Rubottom

Attempting to keep people from dying for lack of what is found there.