Mark Yakich

Question 1

My epaulets were branded game,
held aloft in the corridors beside
nuclear deterrents. Carved bâton
percé into my ironed creases and
the blood on the inside of my lip.
Do you bite through your memories?
Chew the vestibule in nervous wait?
Anteocularis fell before my eyes
as I was reminded of the first note.

– Aaron Kent

Answer 1

Falling through the skylights,
Your triolets wouldn’t open properly,
Unkempt yet unmitigated. Did I ever
Go pulse-less in your mind? End
The alley of happiness on purpose?
Too light already to go faded.
Much too forgetful to write good prose.

– Mark Yakich

Question 2

Do you ever find yourself
……………..floating
……………………unaided
…………………………..held together by repetition?

I repeat all of my weaknesses,
…………….lock my traumas away
…………………….with the phrases
……………………………I keep echoing in my work.

– Aaron Kent

Answer 2

I’d rather lose than win
And have to empathize
With the one who lost.

– Mark Yakich

Question 3

On Pika
………(From Hiroshima – meaning
……………………brilliant light,
…………….meaning the moment
……………………I beg to be able
…………….to tell somebody about)
Trapp
……….(From Norwegian – meaning
……………………staircase,
…………….meaning the location
……………………I find myself
…………….begging to forget about)
I was warned that silence
would be essential
if we wanted to maintain the
family unit.

And to this day I still keep quiet
through fear
of destroying a cult
I no longer belong to.
……..(Do you write the words you
……………………were told
…………….to never say, or do
……………………you cover them
…………….in metaphor?)

– Aaron Kent

Answer 3
[Mum and Dad]
…………….for Philip Larkin

they
..were

..so
alike

..that
..to

tell
..each

..other
apart

..they
..called

each
..other

..unspeakable
names

– Mark Yakich

The poetic interview with Mark Yakich is still in progress.