Plenty of holidays for various countries and religions are approaching and why not use this time to write poems to family and friends as gifts? You can also write poetic prayers for dinner gatherings with family or create a holiday poem for your holiday cards. Last year I sent out a Christmas poem printed on cardstock instead of buying cards at the store. They are inexpensive to make and the time you put into them means more than the store-bought version. If you’ve created poems for gatherings or cards I’d be interested to know in the comments section, let myself and other readers know what family and friends thought of them, too.
Best wishes to all who try it, please drop in again next week…
Friday, December 3, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Bolts of Silk Open Submissions
Open year-round, you may send between three and six poems up to 40 lines to Juliet Wilson who also runs the Crafty Green Poet blog. Include your name, contact information, and country of origin as Juliet Wilson accepts poems in English, Scots dialects, German, French, Italian or Spanish. In the subject line please include the words “Bolts of Silk.”
E-mail her at Juliet.M.WilsonATgmailDOTcom
Please make sure these poems have not been previously published within the last six months unless it has been in your personal blog and include a link to your blog if you have one.
For more details go to:
http://boltsofsilk.blogspot.com/p/submission-guidelines.html
Good luck to all who submit, please drop in tomorrow for more Poetry Tips…
E-mail her at Juliet.M.WilsonATgmailDOTcom
Please make sure these poems have not been previously published within the last six months unless it has been in your personal blog and include a link to your blog if you have one.
For more details go to:
http://boltsofsilk.blogspot.com/p/submission-guidelines.html
Good luck to all who submit, please drop in tomorrow for more Poetry Tips…
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Poems Found by Poet Hound
http://saltgrasscontents.blogspot.com/2010/03/lisa-jarnot.html
“Music of Night for Michael Gizzi” by Lisa Jarnot
http://boltsofsilk.blogspot.com/2010/11/curtain-of-wine-bottle-tops-by-mavis.html
“A Curtain of Wine Bottle Tops” by Mavis Gulliver
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“Music of Night for Michael Gizzi” by Lisa Jarnot
http://boltsofsilk.blogspot.com/2010/11/curtain-of-wine-bottle-tops-by-mavis.html
“A Curtain of Wine Bottle Tops” by Mavis Gulliver
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Monday, November 29, 2010
Dancing Girl Press
Kristy Bowen champions women in her selections of chapbook manuscripts and her on-line literary journal Wicked Alice is also a delight to read. Please check out the chapbooks available and the poems at Wicket Alice by using the link below:
http://www.dancinggirlpress.com/index2.html
Thanks for clicking in, please drop in again on Wednesday…
http://www.dancinggirlpress.com/index2.html
Thanks for clicking in, please drop in again on Wednesday…
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Blue Mesa Review Open Submissions...
You may send up to five poems via their on-line submissions system if you use the link below or you may mail your poems with your contact information and a self-addressed stamped envelope to:
Poetry Editor
Blue Mesa Review
Department of English
MCS 03-2170
University of New Mexico
Albuquerque, NM 87131-0001
Please see the link below for more details:
http://www.unm.edu/~bluemesa/submissions.htm
Good luck to all who submit, please stop by tomorrow for more Poetry Tips.
Also, Happy Thanksgiving to all of you celebrating out there, may you have some downtime to be creative and please drop in again next week...
Poetry Editor
Blue Mesa Review
Department of English
MCS 03-2170
University of New Mexico
Albuquerque, NM 87131-0001
Please see the link below for more details:
http://www.unm.edu/~bluemesa/submissions.htm
Good luck to all who submit, please stop by tomorrow for more Poetry Tips.
Also, Happy Thanksgiving to all of you celebrating out there, may you have some downtime to be creative and please drop in again next week...
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Poems Found by Poet Hound
http://www.juked.com/2010/11/somethingthathappenedinbrooklyn.asp
“Something That Happened in Brooklyn” by Andrew James Weatherhead
http://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/21963
“Cherry Blossom Storm” by Henri Cole
Thanks for clicking in, please drop by tomorrow for more Open Submissions…
“Something That Happened in Brooklyn” by Andrew James Weatherhead
http://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/21963
“Cherry Blossom Storm” by Henri Cole
Thanks for clicking in, please drop by tomorrow for more Open Submissions…
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Kimiko Hahn's Toxic Flora
Kimiko Hahn is a poet who was born in 1955 in Mount Kisco, New York, to a Japanese American mother and a German American Father, both of whom were artists. Ms. Hahn received her undergrad English degree from the University of Iowa and her Master’s in Japanese literature in Columbia University. She has several collections of poetry including “The Unbearable Heart” which received an American Book Award. I found her book Toxic Flora in my local library and the poems are elegant, fierce, and complex while beautiful and thought provoking. She mixes real life with scientific forays into plants and insects and often connects the discoveries to revelations about her own family. Here I will share a few excerpts from a few poems below:
Yellow Jackets
protect through venom and candor
While timing their own dinners
to mother’s tray, father’s tongs,
…
they can sting any intruder repeatedly
unlike the honeybee’s suicidal sortie.
…
through simple narration:
your mouth never stops moving.
Or, you eat off other plates as if they’re your own.
…
A startling attribute I wish I could emulate
if only my sting possessed such integrity.
I could not include the poem in its entirety since I do not have permission from the poet or publisher to do so however I hope I’ve included enough to do the poem justice. Ms. Hahn incorporates the stinging activities of the yellow jacket with the stinging words in italics of people which makes a great pairing in the poem to get its point across. The poet wishes she had the ability to sting with words the way a yellow jacket is able to sting repeatedly its enemy. Don’t we all wish we had that ability at times?
On Butterflies
Only the rare butterfly eats
live things:
the Hyposmacoma’s caterpillar
weaves silk around a mollusk
fastening the shell to a leaf
then sticks its head inside,
eating the snal alive.
…
to a wolf that dives for clams.
I see it as a little girl
who tears apart a little friend
…
Or a mother who rips open her own infant
to release the demon inside.
This hunger is less rare
than a butterfly with sharp teeth.
My mother is from Maui.
I really hope both publisher and poet forgive me for including nearly the entire poem but it is hard to portray the meaning without including most of the lines. In any case, what I love is that the poet first finds a rare phenomenon among a particular species and then pairs it with the destructive behaviors (not always so rare) among humans who tear each other apart either physically, mentally, or emotionally. The ending line “My mother is from Maui” is the most startling of the entire poem. Is Ms. Hahn’s mother cruel? Or is she simply from the same location as this particular species of butterfly? Either way I enjoy being left to ponder the idea as it lends itself towards re-reading the poem and taking in more details. Children who hurt their friends, mothers who try to release the demons in an infant and what kind of demons would an infant possess? Finally, what about her mother? The ultimate curiosity with which we’re left on our own to ponder.
Space
For W
I don’t understand space—the emptiness
…
Take the protostar: I can’t grasp
how clouds of dust and gas can collapse
then suck up more stuff and expand
…
where did Mother disappear
after the car crash? Where
is my daughters’ grandmother
since they’ve learned there is no heaven—
except for rose, hedge, and pine?
…
a thing breaks down
yet shows no sign of ceasing?
And what now is the nature of her form?
Existential, yes, but poetry is about life, death, the living in between. Ms. Hahn questions what happens to the soul after death, the energy that space takes up despite constant collapse and destruction, death and rebirth. Who among us doesn’t wonder the same thing when a loved one passes away? Ms. Hahn’s version is elegant, spare, and beautiful which is what we need to read sometimes in order to find solace.
I hope that you enjoyed the excerpts of these poems, I can only hope I did them justice. There are countless poems I would like to share and many are too short for me to pull excerpts from so I urge you to find a copy for yourself.
To learn more about Kimiko Hahn, see the link below:
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/1536
To obtain a copy of Toxic Flora for yourself you may find one in your own local library or at:
http://books.wwnorton.com/books/Toxic-Flora/
Thanks always for reading, please drop in again tomorrow for more Poems Found by Poet Hound…
Yellow Jackets
protect through venom and candor
While timing their own dinners
to mother’s tray, father’s tongs,
…
they can sting any intruder repeatedly
unlike the honeybee’s suicidal sortie.
…
through simple narration:
your mouth never stops moving.
Or, you eat off other plates as if they’re your own.
…
A startling attribute I wish I could emulate
if only my sting possessed such integrity.
I could not include the poem in its entirety since I do not have permission from the poet or publisher to do so however I hope I’ve included enough to do the poem justice. Ms. Hahn incorporates the stinging activities of the yellow jacket with the stinging words in italics of people which makes a great pairing in the poem to get its point across. The poet wishes she had the ability to sting with words the way a yellow jacket is able to sting repeatedly its enemy. Don’t we all wish we had that ability at times?
On Butterflies
Only the rare butterfly eats
live things:
the Hyposmacoma’s caterpillar
weaves silk around a mollusk
fastening the shell to a leaf
then sticks its head inside,
eating the snal alive.
…
to a wolf that dives for clams.
I see it as a little girl
who tears apart a little friend
…
Or a mother who rips open her own infant
to release the demon inside.
This hunger is less rare
than a butterfly with sharp teeth.
My mother is from Maui.
I really hope both publisher and poet forgive me for including nearly the entire poem but it is hard to portray the meaning without including most of the lines. In any case, what I love is that the poet first finds a rare phenomenon among a particular species and then pairs it with the destructive behaviors (not always so rare) among humans who tear each other apart either physically, mentally, or emotionally. The ending line “My mother is from Maui” is the most startling of the entire poem. Is Ms. Hahn’s mother cruel? Or is she simply from the same location as this particular species of butterfly? Either way I enjoy being left to ponder the idea as it lends itself towards re-reading the poem and taking in more details. Children who hurt their friends, mothers who try to release the demons in an infant and what kind of demons would an infant possess? Finally, what about her mother? The ultimate curiosity with which we’re left on our own to ponder.
Space
For W
I don’t understand space—the emptiness
…
Take the protostar: I can’t grasp
how clouds of dust and gas can collapse
then suck up more stuff and expand
…
where did Mother disappear
after the car crash? Where
is my daughters’ grandmother
since they’ve learned there is no heaven—
except for rose, hedge, and pine?
…
a thing breaks down
yet shows no sign of ceasing?
And what now is the nature of her form?
Existential, yes, but poetry is about life, death, the living in between. Ms. Hahn questions what happens to the soul after death, the energy that space takes up despite constant collapse and destruction, death and rebirth. Who among us doesn’t wonder the same thing when a loved one passes away? Ms. Hahn’s version is elegant, spare, and beautiful which is what we need to read sometimes in order to find solace.
I hope that you enjoyed the excerpts of these poems, I can only hope I did them justice. There are countless poems I would like to share and many are too short for me to pull excerpts from so I urge you to find a copy for yourself.
To learn more about Kimiko Hahn, see the link below:
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/1536
To obtain a copy of Toxic Flora for yourself you may find one in your own local library or at:
http://books.wwnorton.com/books/Toxic-Flora/
Thanks always for reading, please drop in again tomorrow for more Poems Found by Poet Hound…
Monday, November 22, 2010
Press Press Press
This blog has been a longtime feature on the sidebar and considering that the gift-giving holidays are rapidly approaching I feel that this would be a wonderful site to look over the latest poetry chapbooks available for the lover-of-poetry in your lives. You can also jot down titles and the website for your own Christmas list, check it out at:
http://presspresspress.blogspot.com/
Thanks for clicking in, please drop in tomorrow for another featured poet…
http://presspresspress.blogspot.com/
Thanks for clicking in, please drop in tomorrow for another featured poet…
Friday, November 19, 2010
Internet troubles
Hello Everyone,
My computer last night mysteriously began having trouble with its IP address so while we have internet, my computer cannot log on. If you any of you know how to fix that as I am not very good with computers, I'd appreciate it. Otherwise there may be a delay in posts while I call up the experts.
In the meantime, have a wonderful weekend!
My computer last night mysteriously began having trouble with its IP address so while we have internet, my computer cannot log on. If you any of you know how to fix that as I am not very good with computers, I'd appreciate it. Otherwise there may be a delay in posts while I call up the experts.
In the meantime, have a wonderful weekend!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Lilliput Review Open Submissions
Send up to 3 poems, each must be ten lines or less including the title, to Don Wentworth via snail mail with a self-addressed, stamped envelope enclosed to:
Lilliput Review
Don Wentworth, Editor
282 Main Street
Pittsburgh, PA 15201
For further details, check out the website:
http://sites.google.com/site/lilliputreview/home
Good luck to all who submit, please drop by tomorrow for more Poetry Tips…
Lilliput Review
Don Wentworth, Editor
282 Main Street
Pittsburgh, PA 15201
For further details, check out the website:
http://sites.google.com/site/lilliputreview/home
Good luck to all who submit, please drop by tomorrow for more Poetry Tips…
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Poems Found by Poet Hound
http://www.sundresspublications.com/wickedalice/bell30.html
“What Holds Constant 9/01/09” by Virginia Bell
http://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/21957
“The Emperor” by Mathew Rohrer
Thanks for clicking in, please stop by tomorrow for more Open Submissions…
“What Holds Constant 9/01/09” by Virginia Bell
http://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/21957
“The Emperor” by Mathew Rohrer
Thanks for clicking in, please stop by tomorrow for more Open Submissions…
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Sorry everyone...
Hello everyone, I am afraid there is no post for today, either. I need to drop by my local library and see what they have so I should have something for next week. In the meantime, please check in tomorrow…
Monday, November 15, 2010
Chicano Poet Blog
I have been dropping in on Reyes Cardenas’ blog and reading his poems for years now. They remind me of living on the Texas/Mexico Border, even though he lives in Papalote, Aztlan. He reminds me of people I have met and missed, of words I long to hear again. I am definitely overdue to feature him here and I hope you’ll enjoy his poems for years to come because I know I will:
http://chicanopoet.blogspot.com/
Thanks for clicking in, please drop by tomorrow…
http://chicanopoet.blogspot.com/
Thanks for clicking in, please drop by tomorrow…
Friday, November 12, 2010
Poetry Tips: Common Colds
Yes, I was out sick at work and this inspired me to write some poems. Why not use the same opportunity to write bad poetry you can blow your nose on? Or perhaps poetry that laments illness, the absence of co-workers who are out sick, or a spouse who has made it impossible for you to sleep because they are coughing all night. The common cold is back to haunt us, why not designate some feel-good, or feel-bad poems about it?
Good luck to all who try it, please drop in again next week…
Good luck to all who try it, please drop in again next week…
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Bateau Magazine Open Submissions
You may visit the link below and use their on-line submissions link to submit up to five poems and/or translations of poems. For more details, please explore their website:
http://bateaupress.org/index.php?page=submit
Good luck to all who submit, please drop in again tomorrow…
http://bateaupress.org/index.php?page=submit
Good luck to all who submit, please drop in again tomorrow…
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