https://www.jimiseman.com/live-shows daily 0.75 2020-03-18 https://www.jimiseman.com/live-shows/event-one-xxfpm monthly 0.5 2020-03-23 https://www.jimiseman.com/live-shows/event-one-xxfpm-4klla monthly 0.5 2020-03-26 https://www.jimiseman.com/home daily 1.0 2020-04-08 https://www.jimiseman.com/bio daily 0.75 2020-02-19 https://static1.squarespace.com/static/5e21d10bbae9500cda6affb0/t/5e2308e86810047965a70763/1579354356966/Portrait09_early.jpeg Bio - The Boy in the Full-Length Women’s Fur Coat by Rhett Iseman Trull He lives in New York City, rides the L Train late — it’s almost empty — thinks of her, the girl he keeps loving and losing, the girl who sleeps alone tonight, somewhere in the Carolinas where the stars have almost emptied the sky of black. She must love him still, the way last night’s dreams linger in the morning’s mood. She must love him despite his wandering. The L pulls late into Union Square. His date gave up, went on without him to the bar whose name he can’t remember. The sky is a black laugh above him, driving down its rain. The city’s lights skate the puddles like fallen fireworks. No one to shine on, to turn on. He remembers the night the dunes caught fire. It was July 4th at Emerald Isle. And she was scared, the girl he keeps loving, whose name, on his tongue, means hunger. Scared in her sundress and yellow hair ribbon, she let him skate his fingers around her naked ankles. He tries to prefer these city girls with their piercings, their way of staring hard into the light like statues, these dates who go on without him, give up, despite his biceps, his spiky hair. For awhile he shone on, turned on, as always, not even missing the tick of the rain through leaves, the shutters and kickplates of suburbs. Or her, the girl whose dreams lingered behind his every move once upon a time for a year or two. He lights a cigarette just to be holding something. Strangers pass, faces half-hidden by scarves. Maybe he will follow one, sit beside her on the L. Late, when it’s almost empty. Arm around her just to be holding a stranger, who will leave. And he’ll shudder, loving her still, the girl left behind in her one-stoplight town that’s lost its mystery yet still goes on when the streets have emptied and even the strays have fallen asleep with their hunger. Rhett Iseman Trull's (Jim’s sister) poems have appeared in The American Poetry Review, Best New Poets 2008, Prairie Schooner, The Southern Review, and other publications. Her awards include prizes from the Academy of American Poets and the Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Foundation. She received her B.A. from Duke University and her M.F.A from University of North Carolina, Greensboro, where she was a Randall Jarrell fellow. She and her husband publish Cave Wall in Greensboro, North Carolina. The above is reprinted from her 2008 poetry collection the The Real Warnings which is available through Anhinga Press. https://www.jimiseman.com/viduity daily 0.75 2020-03-05 https://www.jimiseman.com/songs/unraveling daily 0.75 2020-01-17 https://www.jimiseman.com/songs/the-fall daily 0.75 2020-01-17 https://www.jimiseman.com/songs/goodyearsleft daily 0.75 2020-01-19 https://www.jimiseman.com/songs/home daily 0.75 2020-01-19 https://www.jimiseman.com/videos daily 0.75 2020-04-08