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Charles Rafferty

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Charles Rafferty

Charles Rafferty received an MFA from the University of Arkansas.

He is the author of several books of poetry, including The Smoke of Horses (BOA Editions, 2017), A Less Fabulous Infinity (Louisiana Literature Press, 2006), and The Man on the Tower (University of Arkansas Press, 1995), which received the Arkansas Poetry Award.

Rafferty’s work, Lydia Davis writes, is “sometimes lyrical and ecstatic, sometimes funny and self-deprecating, sometimes wistful, but always beautifully precise….”

Rafferty is the recipient of a fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts and a grant from the Connecticut Commission on Culture & Tourism. He directs the MFA program at Albertus Magnus College and lives in Sandy Hook, Connecticut.


Selected Bibliography

Poetry
The Smoke of Horses (BOA Editions, 2017)
The Unleashable Dog (Steel Toe Books, 2014)
A Less Fabulous Infinity (Louisiana Literature Press, 2006)
During the Beauty Shortage (M2 Press, 2005)
Where the Glories of April Lead (Mitki/Mitki, 2001)
The Man on the Tower (University of Arkansas Press, 1995)

Prose
Saturday Night at Magellan’s (Fomite Press, 2013)

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Famous people have been dying all week, and the Christmas tree just stopped drinking. Talk about omens. It's impossible to get the venetian blinds to stay level anymore. Everywhere I look, people are running the errands they won't remember by this time tomorrow. I remember how, years ago, I had to cut the fishing

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Only one complete poem remains. The rest of it is berries left in the bramble after a visit from midday starlings. For years I couldn't understand how this redaction moved anyone to tears. She was a dampness in the matchbook. But the world is patient. Eventually the diamond travels from the mantle to the finger of

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I’m on the brink of daffodils.
The backyard snow is full of urine
blooms, the mud underneath is ready
to be itself. It won’t be long
before the planet tilts and the birds
roll north like marbles, the sap
crawls out of the bedrock. The meadow's
sublimation makes me feel
like a