Meghan O’Rourke

Meghan O’Rourke, a poet and essayist, is the author of three collections of poetry, most recently Sun In Days. The recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship and two Pushcart Prizes, she teaches in the writing programs at NYU and Princeton.

The Hybrid Lyric

Sep/Oct 2017

Unnatural Essay

By Meghan O’Rourke

1 For many years I lived a normal life. Normal to some. Hotel Privilege. Etc., etc., as they say. But when I became sick, I discovered what I had always […]

Poetry

Summer 2010

Preparation

By Meghan O’Rourke

1. I walk though the house, turning off the lights. The lamps in the living room, where my mother and father read; the lamp in the dining room, by the […]

Poetry

Fall 2006

War Lullaby

By Meghan O’Rourke

Wet daggers of grasscast shadows over one anotherbeneath the porch light— the boy stretched on the lawn,fighting sleep,fingers the tournament ring: inside the househis mother shouts, blindsslap in the breeze, […]

Poetry

Fall 2006

Sandy Hook

By Meghan O’Rourke

The fire burned my cousin here.First in his bed in the bungalow garage.Then at the lock, scratching in fear.Quick, quick. The trundle bedburned. The violin, unpracticed, burned.The keys of the […]

Poetry

Fall 2006

Peep Show

By Meghan O’Rourke

Tokens in the slot:ka-shot, shot, shot.A figure in the darkness.The tin crankof canned do-wop. Someone is always watching—don’t you think?Duck, turn, and wink.Bodies at a distance—that’s what we are, raises, […]

Poetry

Fall 2006

Winter Palace

By Meghan O’Rourke

By my hands I hang in the bedroomof a man’s strange mind.The walls are lined with fleurs-de-lismade from the fur of mice.Smoke rises in the chimney. Yet another plague—in northern […]

Poetry

Summer 2010

Anesthesia

By Meghan O’Rourke

Say I was searching for God. Say I was in a hospital with an IV in my arm, brittle plastic stem. Say I put my hand in mouth and the […]

Poetry

Summer 2010

Appeal to the Self

By Meghan O’Rourke

Have the dowagers of delusion visited you again in their fat pink shoes, creeping softly over the Persian rugs of your creaking boarded mind? It’s time to get up and […]

Poetry

Summer 2010

Once

By Meghan O’Rourke

A girl ate ices in the red summer. Bees buzzed among the hydrangea, heavy as plums. Summer widened its lens. You would not believe how happy she was; her mother […]

Poetry

July/Aug 2017

Dread

By Meghan O’Rourke

My keys jingling beside the honeysuckleas we walk home from dinner, our iPhones glittering with e-mails calling us to the things of the world. The moon wired to the skyby […]