Poetry

the asylum seeker returns home (5/12/2021)
discussing the issue (8/26/2017)
the things I have seen and understood without ever touching (1/22/2017)
the month of December (12/11/2016)
for all of their millions (10/16/2016)
vestiges (2/6/2016)
two questions I cannot answer (9/12/2015)
need (1/30/2013)
knowledge (1/28/2013)
untitled (6/3/2012)
recently reminded (5/13/2012)
the birthday stairs (12/31/2011)
dream (12/22/2011)
anniversary of Stan’s death (12/9/2011)
untitled (10/11/2011)
perfection, like pain (9/10/2011)
untitled (5/12/2011)
untitled (3/29/2011)
imaginary conversation with Meredith Monk (3/7/2011)
kindling (1/13/2011)
summer wheat (11/30/2010)
everlasting patience (11/24/2010)
untitled (11/3/2010)
powdered sequence (8/14/2010)
weeks, not months (7/17/2010)
adieu (2007-2010)

NOT POETRY

On discovering what makes me a conservative thinker (2/20/2023)
sown in September (10/11/2015)
the darkened room of my present (8/30/2015)
snapshots of New Orleans (9/10/2014)
thoughts on returning to Sierra Leone (10/30/2013)
the weather is rough, my pockets are busted (9/19/2013)
sources (4/22/2013)
first year (7/21/2013)
stepping back from the edge (3/1/2013)
nothing that meets the eye (12/30/2012)
untitled (9/23/2012)
logistics of walking and weather (7/8/2012)
all is well (6/23/2012)
beginning my Peace Corps service (6/4/2012)

self-portrait in grimy glass, New Orleans

Meredith Meadows

non-fiction and poetry

untitled (11/3/2010)

To wake in a foreign city is to delight in being known by no one.

All Saints’ Day, 2010
New Orleans

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