Find vibrant artwork, poems, and more courtesy of Jordan Orleans at his site:
http://jordanorleans.com/
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Monday, February 6, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Poems Found by Poet Hound
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/124605
Extra Care Poems and Lyrics by Alina Cosma, this is a self-published chapbook and yes you’ll have to make a purchase, the poems range from lyrical and feminine to straightforward and free flowing.
http://juked.com/2012/01/whenallelsefails.asp
“When All Else Fails” by Joni Lee
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Extra Care Poems and Lyrics by Alina Cosma, this is a self-published chapbook and yes you’ll have to make a purchase, the poems range from lyrical and feminine to straightforward and free flowing.
http://juked.com/2012/01/whenallelsefails.asp
“When All Else Fails” by Joni Lee
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Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Lilliput Review Issue #183
Don Wentworth delicately stitches together nature and dreaming into the gently packaged issue #183. Inside you walk the surreal landscapes of farmlands and the realistic landscapes of dreams in the night. Beautiful contrasts abound and I am happy to share with you a few poems:
How gently the rose petal falls to the ground,
keep the mind so.
We don’t want to crush the illusion
do we?
By: Charlie Mehrhoff of Oakland, ME
This poem reminds me of those rare moments out-of-doors when the breeze is gentle, the world is tame, and you have the luxurious moment of taking in the beauty of the landscape of your own yard or the local park. In reality, the world is rushing by filled with ambulance sirens and lawn mowers, but this one peaceful moment arrives and we inhale deeply, that is what this poem reminds me of.
True Dreaming
Once the body is removed
true dreaming begins
as flesh is made into feathers
pillows are stuffed with,
making nests flocking birds
cling to with rigid claws
immovable as barbed wire
fences on the edge of no
man’s land that seems so real
you can almost touch it.
By: Alan Catlin of Schenectady, NY
I love the idea that “flesh is made into feathers” in dreams, a reference to how often we are able to fly in dreams and wish we could in real life. The landscape in the dream described above makes me think of crows clinging to nests, stark, bare-bone fences stretching across fields and the “no man’s land” makes me think of wide open spaces out West. It’s a poem that lends itself to dreaming of your own landscape, letting your imagination create its own dream from the poem and I enjoy the pictures that come into my mind from it.
The Ridge
From low among the darkening oaks
a single bird call
doesn’t stop
until the glow along the mountain ridge
has disappeared.
By: David Chorlton of Phoenix, AZ
This poem is a selfish inclusion as I spent a summer living in Arizona and was immediately transported by this poem. I lived in the valley and every morning as I walked to my work at the hospital during my internship early in the morning I can recall that lone bird singing and the backdrop of the mountains and it is as beautiful as you can imagine. If you have not ever been to Phoenix, I urge you to go and experience its beauty for yourself.
There are other poems I would love to include but you need to purchase this gem, Issue #183 for yourself! Each issue is only $1.00 and worth so much more than the price. You can check out Lilliput Review’s blog and use the PayPal button to purchase the journal for yourself at:
http://lilliputreview.blogspot.com/
Thanks always for reading, please click in tomorrow for more Poems Found by Poet Hound…
How gently the rose petal falls to the ground,
keep the mind so.
We don’t want to crush the illusion
do we?
By: Charlie Mehrhoff of Oakland, ME
This poem reminds me of those rare moments out-of-doors when the breeze is gentle, the world is tame, and you have the luxurious moment of taking in the beauty of the landscape of your own yard or the local park. In reality, the world is rushing by filled with ambulance sirens and lawn mowers, but this one peaceful moment arrives and we inhale deeply, that is what this poem reminds me of.
True Dreaming
Once the body is removed
true dreaming begins
as flesh is made into feathers
pillows are stuffed with,
making nests flocking birds
cling to with rigid claws
immovable as barbed wire
fences on the edge of no
man’s land that seems so real
you can almost touch it.
By: Alan Catlin of Schenectady, NY
I love the idea that “flesh is made into feathers” in dreams, a reference to how often we are able to fly in dreams and wish we could in real life. The landscape in the dream described above makes me think of crows clinging to nests, stark, bare-bone fences stretching across fields and the “no man’s land” makes me think of wide open spaces out West. It’s a poem that lends itself to dreaming of your own landscape, letting your imagination create its own dream from the poem and I enjoy the pictures that come into my mind from it.
The Ridge
From low among the darkening oaks
a single bird call
doesn’t stop
until the glow along the mountain ridge
has disappeared.
By: David Chorlton of Phoenix, AZ
This poem is a selfish inclusion as I spent a summer living in Arizona and was immediately transported by this poem. I lived in the valley and every morning as I walked to my work at the hospital during my internship early in the morning I can recall that lone bird singing and the backdrop of the mountains and it is as beautiful as you can imagine. If you have not ever been to Phoenix, I urge you to go and experience its beauty for yourself.
There are other poems I would love to include but you need to purchase this gem, Issue #183 for yourself! Each issue is only $1.00 and worth so much more than the price. You can check out Lilliput Review’s blog and use the PayPal button to purchase the journal for yourself at:
http://lilliputreview.blogspot.com/
Thanks always for reading, please click in tomorrow for more Poems Found by Poet Hound…
Monday, January 30, 2012
The Camel Saloon Blog
Russell Streur sent me the link to this on-line blog journal that publishes poems regularly, an excellent read, too. You can also submit poems yourself so be sure to check them out at:
http://thecamelsaloon.blogspot.com/
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http://thecamelsaloon.blogspot.com/
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Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Can’t stop now! By John Yamrus
John Yamrus has been featured previously here at Poet Hound and his latest collection of poems, can’t stop now!, published by Epic Rites Press is an excellent collection. From every-day humor to every-day tragedy it is all here. I flagged so many poems to share that it will be difficult to choose just a small sample to entice readers into purchasing a copy for themselves. There are poems that made me laugh out loud, poems that made me say out loud “Isn’t that right?” In any case, John Yamrus’ writing is straightforward and to the point and I am happy to share just a few poems below:
right around the ninety minute mark
the poetry reading
got nuts.
it was one of those
blog-talk radio
things
and there were
four of us,
all on the phone
from wherever
we were,
and,
(like i said)
right around the
ninety minute
mark
the wine and beer
kicked in,
and Plath,
(still on the phone)
ran out of
smokes,
so,
he went
to a mini-market,
and,
in the lot
he sees this girl
who was kinda cute
and he starts talking to her…
“hey,
you like poetry?
i’m on the radio right now.
you wanna
hear some poems?”
and he
puts her
on the phone,
and
Carstens
starts reading,
and you can hear Plath
in the background
trying to talk her
boyfriend
out of decking him.
and
when she
hands the phone back,
Plath
says to us:
“i’m gonna grab another.”
and
he finds this
old juice-head
sitting in the lot,
and Hardung reads him
one about his junkie days,
and the old guy’s almost in tears,
when he hands back the phone,
saying:
“god bless ya,
man.
god bless
ya.”
that’s just the way
it goes.
sometimes
you’re lucky
and find the poem.
and, sometimes
it finds
you.
This poem makes me grin ear to ear. I can just picture this poet on the radio walking outside and finding random people to connect with on the air to poetry. The “juice-head” is moved to tears, blesses the poets, and the poets are indeed, blessed. To have your poem move someone, anyone, is always the ultimate goal and the scene depicted in this poem makes it fun to imagine and hope for.
he says to me
“i can’t believe
you actually
throw some poems out.”
“sure i do.
lots.”
“why
would you ever
throw a poem out?”
i looked at him and said:
“if they don’t work,
there’s no sense
in keeping them.
so,
i throw them out.”
“that’s nuts
(he says)
my words are
like gold.
i’ve slaved
every word i ever wrote.
i’d never
throw them out.
they’re covered in my
blood,
drenched in my
sweat.”
i didn’t know
how to answer that.
i couldn’t tell him
that i can’t
stand
the sight of blood,
and a long time ago
i made a promise
to myself
i’d never
ever
let them
see me
sweat.
This poem reminds me of the countless times writers volley back and forth with each other about whether to keep or toss works they are not proud of. There is also the battle within ourselves. This poem hits me personally, I tend to keep even the lousy work but I live in fear that some poor soul will stumble upon my “treasure trove” of work after I die and try to “put it out there” for the world to see and that gives me nightmares. This poem hits home.
every year
someone
sends me
an entry form
for the local
Poet Laureate competition.
unable
to throw the thing out,
but unwilling to co-operate,
i take ten minutes
and fill out the form,
sending in
the required
number of entries,
all the while
making sure
that each and every poem
is about hemorrhoids,
a hair on the tip of my nose,
bad breath
or my dog
taking a dump in the yard.
i know the poems
won’t be what they want,
but they
just might be
precisely
what they
need.
This poem makes me laugh out loud. I like the rebellious attitude of Mr. Yamrus. I am just dying to know what the people who appoint the Poet Laureate think when they see his application and his poems!
Mr. Yamrus has been publishing poems since 1970 and his work has been translated into many languages including Italian, Spanish, Japanese, and so on. He has also published two novels in addition to eighteen volumes of poetry. If you enjoyed this short sample, you may purchase a copy of can’t stop now! by John Yamrus at Epic Rites Press for $22.00 at:
http://www.epicrites.org/bookstore.html
Thanks always for reading, please drop in again soon…
right around the ninety minute mark
the poetry reading
got nuts.
it was one of those
blog-talk radio
things
and there were
four of us,
all on the phone
from wherever
we were,
and,
(like i said)
right around the
ninety minute
mark
the wine and beer
kicked in,
and Plath,
(still on the phone)
ran out of
smokes,
so,
he went
to a mini-market,
and,
in the lot
he sees this girl
who was kinda cute
and he starts talking to her…
“hey,
you like poetry?
i’m on the radio right now.
you wanna
hear some poems?”
and he
puts her
on the phone,
and
Carstens
starts reading,
and you can hear Plath
in the background
trying to talk her
boyfriend
out of decking him.
and
when she
hands the phone back,
Plath
says to us:
“i’m gonna grab another.”
and
he finds this
old juice-head
sitting in the lot,
and Hardung reads him
one about his junkie days,
and the old guy’s almost in tears,
when he hands back the phone,
saying:
“god bless ya,
man.
god bless
ya.”
that’s just the way
it goes.
sometimes
you’re lucky
and find the poem.
and, sometimes
it finds
you.
This poem makes me grin ear to ear. I can just picture this poet on the radio walking outside and finding random people to connect with on the air to poetry. The “juice-head” is moved to tears, blesses the poets, and the poets are indeed, blessed. To have your poem move someone, anyone, is always the ultimate goal and the scene depicted in this poem makes it fun to imagine and hope for.
he says to me
“i can’t believe
you actually
throw some poems out.”
“sure i do.
lots.”
“why
would you ever
throw a poem out?”
i looked at him and said:
“if they don’t work,
there’s no sense
in keeping them.
so,
i throw them out.”
“that’s nuts
(he says)
my words are
like gold.
i’ve slaved
every word i ever wrote.
i’d never
throw them out.
they’re covered in my
blood,
drenched in my
sweat.”
i didn’t know
how to answer that.
i couldn’t tell him
that i can’t
stand
the sight of blood,
and a long time ago
i made a promise
to myself
i’d never
ever
let them
see me
sweat.
This poem reminds me of the countless times writers volley back and forth with each other about whether to keep or toss works they are not proud of. There is also the battle within ourselves. This poem hits me personally, I tend to keep even the lousy work but I live in fear that some poor soul will stumble upon my “treasure trove” of work after I die and try to “put it out there” for the world to see and that gives me nightmares. This poem hits home.
every year
someone
sends me
an entry form
for the local
Poet Laureate competition.
unable
to throw the thing out,
but unwilling to co-operate,
i take ten minutes
and fill out the form,
sending in
the required
number of entries,
all the while
making sure
that each and every poem
is about hemorrhoids,
a hair on the tip of my nose,
bad breath
or my dog
taking a dump in the yard.
i know the poems
won’t be what they want,
but they
just might be
precisely
what they
need.
This poem makes me laugh out loud. I like the rebellious attitude of Mr. Yamrus. I am just dying to know what the people who appoint the Poet Laureate think when they see his application and his poems!
Mr. Yamrus has been publishing poems since 1970 and his work has been translated into many languages including Italian, Spanish, Japanese, and so on. He has also published two novels in addition to eighteen volumes of poetry. If you enjoyed this short sample, you may purchase a copy of can’t stop now! by John Yamrus at Epic Rites Press for $22.00 at:
http://www.epicrites.org/bookstore.html
Thanks always for reading, please drop in again soon…
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Death Becomes Her
Well, folks, my laptop has finally given up the ghost. At nearly ten years old it decided to stop accessing my Word Files and the internet on exactly the same day that my husband's power cord to his laptop fell apart. We weren't able to resolve either issue until yesterday.
At the moment, my prized posts from last week are being pried free of my old laptop and onto an external hard drive compliments of the Geek Squad team at Best Buy. My husband has replaced his power cord and we now share his computer.
What does this mean for everyone? It means that posts will be rather sporadic for the next couple of weeks as I search for a new user-friendly laptop. Thanks for your patience, I have some excellent books that I can't wait to feature here on the blog and at least this interruption allows more time for reading these books more thoroughly.
In the meantime, please enjoy the sprinkling of posts over the next couple of weeks and thanks always for reading...
At the moment, my prized posts from last week are being pried free of my old laptop and onto an external hard drive compliments of the Geek Squad team at Best Buy. My husband has replaced his power cord and we now share his computer.
What does this mean for everyone? It means that posts will be rather sporadic for the next couple of weeks as I search for a new user-friendly laptop. Thanks for your patience, I have some excellent books that I can't wait to feature here on the blog and at least this interruption allows more time for reading these books more thoroughly.
In the meantime, please enjoy the sprinkling of posts over the next couple of weeks and thanks always for reading...
Monday, January 16, 2012
Exquisite Corpse Site
This site is an on-line journal worth exploring for articles, poetry, art, and so on. I urge you to check them out at:
http://corpse.org/index.php
Thanks for dropping in, please stop in tomorrow for another featured poet…
http://corpse.org/index.php
Thanks for dropping in, please stop in tomorrow for another featured poet…
Friday, January 13, 2012
The Perfectly Imperfect Home How to Decorate & Live Well by Deborah Needleman illustrated by Virginia Johnson
For those of you who don’t know, I am obsesses with home decorating books even though I really don’t have the money to do much more than rearrange what I already have and throw in some inexpensive shelves and side tables. I lamented the day that Domino, the decorating-within-reach magazine, shut down, as I looked forward to Deborah Needleman and her crew’s expertise. In this book, The Perfectly Imperfect Home, Needleman breaks down how to turn your home into its best version of itself room by room, nook by nook.
The illustrations by Virginia Johnson are beautiful, charming, and inspired by the homes of various designers and artists and add to the eye candy of the book. The book homes in on the idea that personal touches and comfort is what makes a worthy home, not the show-house version so often portrayed in magazines where everything is perfect and there are no signs of the aftermath of small children or pets or messy spouses.
For me, it’s knowing how to arrange all my little items that tend to gather onto flat surfaces that I enjoyed learning about in the book. How to make inexpensive trays take the everyday items we enjoy and showcase them in a way that looks nicer than just having them spread out on the nightstand or coffee table. How to organize your entryway is another valuable lesson for me. How we enter our home is not only a first impression for guests but for ourselves and having places to put coats, keys, umbrellas, shoes, and mail is vital to keeping clutter at bay.
I also liked that there are allowances for “ugly” and “glam” items in the same spaces. There will always be that hideous chair or object beloved by someone else that you must create space for but it’s okay. You can also introduce something fancier, or shinier, into the same space and this book shows and tell you how.
One of my other pet peeves is how to entertain and what kind of dining room table works best in an apartment. I’m stuck with what I have for now but there is a section that explains the ideal shape for your lifestyle and space which shed much needed light on the subject for me and future dinner parties. There are also notes on the fact that you can entertain without a dining table which is just as important to me as having no dining table at all.
All the bits and pieces that make up living comfortably in your home are presented here with common sense, fun, and positive attitude. None of us are expected to go out on a shopping spree, we can simply rearrange our furniture or table top objects to better accommodate traffic flow and guests.
I have read this book beginning to end and end to beginning several times, I enjoy it so much. If you love the idea of making every day life more comfortable at home, I highly recommend this book which can be found at your local book-store, perhaps at your local library, or you may order it for $30.00 (not including s/h) on-line at:
http://www.randomhouse.com/book/205724/the-perfectly-imperfect-home-by-deborah-needleman
Thanks always for reading, please drop in again next week…
The illustrations by Virginia Johnson are beautiful, charming, and inspired by the homes of various designers and artists and add to the eye candy of the book. The book homes in on the idea that personal touches and comfort is what makes a worthy home, not the show-house version so often portrayed in magazines where everything is perfect and there are no signs of the aftermath of small children or pets or messy spouses.
For me, it’s knowing how to arrange all my little items that tend to gather onto flat surfaces that I enjoyed learning about in the book. How to make inexpensive trays take the everyday items we enjoy and showcase them in a way that looks nicer than just having them spread out on the nightstand or coffee table. How to organize your entryway is another valuable lesson for me. How we enter our home is not only a first impression for guests but for ourselves and having places to put coats, keys, umbrellas, shoes, and mail is vital to keeping clutter at bay.
I also liked that there are allowances for “ugly” and “glam” items in the same spaces. There will always be that hideous chair or object beloved by someone else that you must create space for but it’s okay. You can also introduce something fancier, or shinier, into the same space and this book shows and tell you how.
One of my other pet peeves is how to entertain and what kind of dining room table works best in an apartment. I’m stuck with what I have for now but there is a section that explains the ideal shape for your lifestyle and space which shed much needed light on the subject for me and future dinner parties. There are also notes on the fact that you can entertain without a dining table which is just as important to me as having no dining table at all.
All the bits and pieces that make up living comfortably in your home are presented here with common sense, fun, and positive attitude. None of us are expected to go out on a shopping spree, we can simply rearrange our furniture or table top objects to better accommodate traffic flow and guests.
I have read this book beginning to end and end to beginning several times, I enjoy it so much. If you love the idea of making every day life more comfortable at home, I highly recommend this book which can be found at your local book-store, perhaps at your local library, or you may order it for $30.00 (not including s/h) on-line at:
http://www.randomhouse.com/book/205724/the-perfectly-imperfect-home-by-deborah-needleman
Thanks always for reading, please drop in again next week…
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Issue #181 Lilliput Review
In this issue editor Don Wentworth gathers up rainy days, droning insects, and lonely souls into a beautiful and cathartic collection to be enjoyed on a day when you just aren’t “feeling up to it.” Below I am happy to share a short sample:
static in my head
crickets rub hind legs
in Buddha rhythm
By: A. D. Winans of San Franciso, CA
This poem reminds me of those dog days of summer where you drown out your thoughts and clear your mind while sitting on an old blanket in the grass and listen to the crickets, I miss those days.
cook, i.e.
where your thoughts meet your brainstem
where your brainstem meets the map of
forever on your back
where your forever map meets mortality
that is where i want to sleep
burrow into hide inside of hibernate within
with a box of pomegranate seeds and a bear cub
and a cherry pie with crust right out of hansel’s oven
by: Kennedy Cane
This poem makes me want to cocoon myself into blankets with the love of my life. I love the idea of sleeping where your loved one’s thoughts meet mortality/immortality, then the poet brings in the comfort food of cherry pie from the innocent hansel’s oven from the fairy tale. It is a whimsical poem that gets you thinking about what the poet is or is not truly saying.
full
moon
filling
my
cracked (old)
tea-cup
by: Ed Baker of Takoma Park, MD
I picture the poet sitting by the kitchen window at midnight as he sips hot tea, trying to ease his troubled mind. A lovely snapshot poem.
If you enjoyed this review you may purchase this little journal, Lilliput Review, for a mere $1.00 by going to Lilliput Review’s blog, Issa’s Untidy Hut at:
http://lilliputreview.blogspot.com/
Thanks always for reading, please drop in Friday for another featured Good Read…
static in my head
crickets rub hind legs
in Buddha rhythm
By: A. D. Winans of San Franciso, CA
This poem reminds me of those dog days of summer where you drown out your thoughts and clear your mind while sitting on an old blanket in the grass and listen to the crickets, I miss those days.
cook, i.e.
where your thoughts meet your brainstem
where your brainstem meets the map of
forever on your back
where your forever map meets mortality
that is where i want to sleep
burrow into hide inside of hibernate within
with a box of pomegranate seeds and a bear cub
and a cherry pie with crust right out of hansel’s oven
by: Kennedy Cane
This poem makes me want to cocoon myself into blankets with the love of my life. I love the idea of sleeping where your loved one’s thoughts meet mortality/immortality, then the poet brings in the comfort food of cherry pie from the innocent hansel’s oven from the fairy tale. It is a whimsical poem that gets you thinking about what the poet is or is not truly saying.
full
moon
filling
my
cracked (old)
tea-cup
by: Ed Baker of Takoma Park, MD
I picture the poet sitting by the kitchen window at midnight as he sips hot tea, trying to ease his troubled mind. A lovely snapshot poem.
If you enjoyed this review you may purchase this little journal, Lilliput Review, for a mere $1.00 by going to Lilliput Review’s blog, Issa’s Untidy Hut at:
http://lilliputreview.blogspot.com/
Thanks always for reading, please drop in Friday for another featured Good Read…
Monday, January 9, 2012
Book Shelf Porn
Visually stunning, this is a site devoted to how people display their books either creatively or on shelves. While you may think this is unusual I urge you to take a peak because it is absolutely inspiring. I even saw a Christmas tree made entirely out of books stacked up to form the tree itself, why didn’t I think of that?
Check it out at:
http://bookshelfporn.com/
Thanks for clicking in, please stop by tomorrow for another featured poetry review…
Check it out at:
http://bookshelfporn.com/
Thanks for clicking in, please stop by tomorrow for another featured poetry review…
Friday, January 6, 2012
As Always, Julia edited by Joan Reardon
As Always, Julia The Letters of Julia Child & Avis DeVoto is a collection of letters edited by Joan Reardon who took extraordinary care to present these two amazing women’s correspondence as accurately as possible in regards to timeline and clarifying names and subject mentioned throughout the correspondence. Published by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, this collection is fascinating and endearing.
Julia Child’s initial letter to Mr. DeVoto is answered by his wife, Avis, and the two women continue back and forth on all manner of subjects from knives to recipes to politics in the McCarthy era. Avis DeVoto is able to utilize her editorial skills and connections to the publishing world to assist Julia Child as she and her colleagues create the now famous cook book: Mastering The Art of French Cooking. Julia is able to teach Avis how to create particular dishes she misses from her own travels to France and the two women trade ideas about education, social classes and more throughout the years.
For those who enjoy good food or have a fondness for Julia Child this book will not disappoint. Charming to the end, it is a wonderful read and highly recommended to anyone who loves good food and/or old fashioned letter correspondence. I love both and so I thoroughly enjoyed this book.
If you enjoyed this review you may pick up a copy at your local library, visit your local book-store or follow this link below to order a copy on-line of As Always, Julia edited by Joan Reardon at:
http://www.amazon.com/As-Always-Julia-Letters-DeVoto/dp/0547417713/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1325437899&sr=1-1
Thanks always for reading, please stop in again next week…
Julia Child’s initial letter to Mr. DeVoto is answered by his wife, Avis, and the two women continue back and forth on all manner of subjects from knives to recipes to politics in the McCarthy era. Avis DeVoto is able to utilize her editorial skills and connections to the publishing world to assist Julia Child as she and her colleagues create the now famous cook book: Mastering The Art of French Cooking. Julia is able to teach Avis how to create particular dishes she misses from her own travels to France and the two women trade ideas about education, social classes and more throughout the years.
For those who enjoy good food or have a fondness for Julia Child this book will not disappoint. Charming to the end, it is a wonderful read and highly recommended to anyone who loves good food and/or old fashioned letter correspondence. I love both and so I thoroughly enjoyed this book.
If you enjoyed this review you may pick up a copy at your local library, visit your local book-store or follow this link below to order a copy on-line of As Always, Julia edited by Joan Reardon at:
http://www.amazon.com/As-Always-Julia-Letters-DeVoto/dp/0547417713/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1325437899&sr=1-1
Thanks always for reading, please stop in again next week…
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Zygote In My Coffee Open Submissions
You may send 3-8 poems (no simultaneous submissions please) with a brief biography as well as a bio picture via e-mail. Be sure to include a subject heading of some kind similar to “Last name/Poetry Submission” and have your contact information along with your poems in the body of the e-mail and send it to:
submissionsATzygoteinmycoffeeDOTcom
To learn more about the press, go to:
http://www.zygoteinmycoffee.com/
For exact details on submission guidelines, go to:
http://www.zygoteinmycoffee.com/submissions.html
Good luck to all who submit, please stop in tomorrow for another featured good book…
submissionsATzygoteinmycoffeeDOTcom
To learn more about the press, go to:
http://www.zygoteinmycoffee.com/
For exact details on submission guidelines, go to:
http://www.zygoteinmycoffee.com/submissions.html
Good luck to all who submit, please stop in tomorrow for another featured good book…
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Poems Found by Poet Hound
http://sites.google.com/site/larrydthomasfar/3
“#3” by Larry Thomas
https://sites.google.com/site/47rhpissue/howie-2
“Visiting Hours” by Howie Good
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“#3” by Larry Thomas
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“Visiting Hours” by Howie Good
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Tuesday, January 3, 2012
doing cartwheels on doomsday afternoon by John Yamrus
doing cartwheels on doomsday afternoon by John Yamrus is published by Epic Rites Press and is a dead-pan collection of poems focusing on every day life epiphanies and circumstances. Mr. Yamrus pulls no punches, his work is straightforward and to the point. Below I am happy to share a sample with you:
i just now
agreed to an interview.
this one’s
for monday.
it’ll be
the same old questions,
like:
“how’d you get
started?”
“who
do you read?”
and
“who are you influenced by?”
all the same questions
and never once
do i get asked
the right one.
in my
opinion,
the only one.
the one that
says:
“you write a lot about
dogs…
why is that?”
if they’d only
ask me
that
i’d go away
happy.
i’d sit them down
and tell them
exactly
what the dogs
do for me…
they teach me
joy,
perseverance
and
acceptance.
they teach me
total concentration
on a single task.
and
most of all
they teach me
the secret…
the answer to
the one question
i’m asked the most.
the one question
that i’ll never
answer.
they wouldn’t
believe me
even if i
did.
they’d think
i’m lying.
but, you won’t,
will you?
the truth
is
the great secret
these dogs
teach me
is
there isn’t
any.
I like this poem because I am usually the one interviewing someone else and hoping I can go beyond the typically asked question and know the writer has a question they’re dying for someone to ask them. This poem illustrates it perfectly along with adding the wisdom of canines—that there are no secrets in life, just life itself.
giving
them
what they
want
can
be hard
on
a man’s
soul.
This poem speaks the plain and simple truth, no further words needed.
New York just
wasn’t
the same.
i remember
as a kid
everything was
gray and brown
like
the old movies,
and my uncle
had this
2nd floor
walk-up,
with a
single bulb
hanging from a wire
at the top of the stairs.
i remember the night
someone
dropped
a bag of bottles
down the steps,
and the neighbors
yelled,
and my uncle
yelled
back
and the soft
grays
and warm browns
felt safe,
and
we lounged around
in the alleys of the universe.
no, New York’s not
the same.
nothing is.
except for maybe
that old girl,
sorrow.
This poem casts a warm glow on an unusual memory of bottles crashing down the stairs amidst the brown and gray tones of city life. I can’t help but wonder what the poet saw the next time he was in New York that brought about this particular memory and lament.
Mr. Yamrus has published 17 volumes of poetry and 2 novels, his work has been translated into several languages and has been taught in high school and college curriculums. Some of his titles include: New and Selected Poems, Blue Collar, Shoot The Moon, Someone Else’s Dream (a novel), and many more. If you enjoyed this review of doing cartwheels on doomsday afternoon by John Yamrus you may purchase a copy for $20.00 from Epic Rites Press by going to:
http://www.epicrites.org/bookstore.html
Thanks always for reading, please click in tomorrow for more Poems Found by Poet Hound…
i just now
agreed to an interview.
this one’s
for monday.
it’ll be
the same old questions,
like:
“how’d you get
started?”
“who
do you read?”
and
“who are you influenced by?”
all the same questions
and never once
do i get asked
the right one.
in my
opinion,
the only one.
the one that
says:
“you write a lot about
dogs…
why is that?”
if they’d only
ask me
that
i’d go away
happy.
i’d sit them down
and tell them
exactly
what the dogs
do for me…
they teach me
joy,
perseverance
and
acceptance.
they teach me
total concentration
on a single task.
and
most of all
they teach me
the secret…
the answer to
the one question
i’m asked the most.
the one question
that i’ll never
answer.
they wouldn’t
believe me
even if i
did.
they’d think
i’m lying.
but, you won’t,
will you?
the truth
is
the great secret
these dogs
teach me
is
there isn’t
any.
I like this poem because I am usually the one interviewing someone else and hoping I can go beyond the typically asked question and know the writer has a question they’re dying for someone to ask them. This poem illustrates it perfectly along with adding the wisdom of canines—that there are no secrets in life, just life itself.
giving
them
what they
want
can
be hard
on
a man’s
soul.
This poem speaks the plain and simple truth, no further words needed.
New York just
wasn’t
the same.
i remember
as a kid
everything was
gray and brown
like
the old movies,
and my uncle
had this
2nd floor
walk-up,
with a
single bulb
hanging from a wire
at the top of the stairs.
i remember the night
someone
dropped
a bag of bottles
down the steps,
and the neighbors
yelled,
and my uncle
yelled
back
and the soft
grays
and warm browns
felt safe,
and
we lounged around
in the alleys of the universe.
no, New York’s not
the same.
nothing is.
except for maybe
that old girl,
sorrow.
This poem casts a warm glow on an unusual memory of bottles crashing down the stairs amidst the brown and gray tones of city life. I can’t help but wonder what the poet saw the next time he was in New York that brought about this particular memory and lament.
Mr. Yamrus has published 17 volumes of poetry and 2 novels, his work has been translated into several languages and has been taught in high school and college curriculums. Some of his titles include: New and Selected Poems, Blue Collar, Shoot The Moon, Someone Else’s Dream (a novel), and many more. If you enjoyed this review of doing cartwheels on doomsday afternoon by John Yamrus you may purchase a copy for $20.00 from Epic Rites Press by going to:
http://www.epicrites.org/bookstore.html
Thanks always for reading, please click in tomorrow for more Poems Found by Poet Hound…
Monday, January 2, 2012
How A Poem Happens Blog
Brian Brodeur’s blog states “Contemporary Poets Discuss the Making of Poems” and delivers! Interviews with poets about their work and about poetry take place here, read on for inspiration at:
http://howapoemhappens.blogspot.com/
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http://howapoemhappens.blogspot.com/
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