{"id":3053,"date":"2017-02-19T17:44:46","date_gmt":"2017-02-19T17:44:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=3053"},"modified":"2017-03-25T04:01:09","modified_gmt":"2017-03-25T04:01:09","slug":"dynamite-by-anders-carlson-wee","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/dynamite-by-anders-carlson-wee\/","title":{"rendered":"Dynamite by Anders Carlson-Wee"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-3054 lazyload\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/pinec-1024x683.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"683\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/pinec-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/pinec-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/pinec-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/pinec-624x416.jpg 624w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/pinec.jpg 1111w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 1024px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 1024\/683;\" \/><\/h1>\n<h2 style=\"text-align: center;\">Dynamite<\/h2>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">by Anders Carlson-Wee<\/p>\n<p>My brother hits me hard with a stick<br \/>\nso I whip a choke-chain<\/p>\n<p>across his face. We&#8217;re playing<br \/>\na game called Dynamite<\/p>\n<p>where everything you throw<br \/>\nis a stick of dynamite,<\/p>\n<p>unless it&#8217;s pine. Pine sticks<br \/>\nare rifles and pinecones are grenades,<\/p>\n<p>but everything else is dynamite.<br \/>\nI run down the driveway<\/p>\n<p>and back behind the garage<br \/>\nwhere we keep the leopard frogs<\/p>\n<p>in buckets of water<br \/>\nwith logs and rock islands.<\/p>\n<p>When he comes around the corner<br \/>\nthe blood is pouring<\/p>\n<p>out of his nose and down his neck<br \/>\nand he has a hammer in his hand.<\/p>\n<p>I pick up his favorite frog<br \/>\nand say If you come any closer<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ll squeeze. He tells me I won&#8217;t.<br \/>\nHe starts coming closer.<\/p>\n<p>I say a hammer isn&#8217;t dynamite.<br \/>\nHe reminds me that everything is dynamite.<\/p>\n<p><em>Originally appeared in Ninth Letter<\/em><br \/>\n###<\/p>\n<p>Anders Carlson-Wee is a 2015 NEA Creative Writing Fellow and the author of Dynamite, winner of the 2015 Frost Place Chapbook Prize. His work has appeared in <em>Ploughshares, New England Review, AGNI, Poetry Daily, The Iowa Review, The Missouri Review, The Southern Review, Best New Poets<\/em>, <em>The Best American Nonrequired Reading, and Narrative Magazine<\/em>, which featured him on its 30 below 30 list of young writers to watch. Winner of <em>Ninth Letter\u2019s Poetry Award, Blue Mesa Review\u2019s Poetry Prize<\/em>, and New Delta Review\u2019s Editors\u2019 Choice Prize, he was runner-up for the 2016<em> Discovery\/Boston Review Poetry<\/em> Prize. With his brother Kai, he is coauthor of two chapbooks: Mercy Songs and Two-Headed Boy, winner of the 2016 Blair Prize. His work has been translated into Chinese. He lives in Minneapolis, where he serves as a McKnight Foundation Creative Writing Fellow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dynamite by Anders Carlson-Wee My brother hits me hard with a stick so I whip a choke-chain across his face. We&#8217;re playing a game called Dynamite where everything you throw is a stick of dynamite, unless it&#8217;s pine. Pine sticks are rifles and pinecones are grenades, but everything else is dynamite. 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