Archive for Poetry

I am a brilliant poetry critic…

As many of you know, I write reviews for the website Book Slut.  Nearly a year ago, in January 2007, I reviewed a collection of poetry titled Why Speak? by Nathaniel Bellows (you can read the review here). Yesterday, while reading my Poets & Writers Magazine, I realized the mag had named Nathaniel Bellows one of the best debut poets of 2007. While my review had nothing to do with it (though clearly it was a brilliant literary essay), it is kind of nice to know that I had the opportunity to review a book that was later decided to be one of the best new poetry collections of the year. Perhaps one day a collection of my own poetry will make this prestigious list. Oh hell, at this point I would just like to make even $1 on my writing. Thus far it’s been “payment in copies”, and while that’s not half bad, it doesn’t even pay for the paper that I write on, much less anything else. Oh the tortured writer…

Yours Truly in Print

It’s always great to get published – and I don’t just mean on self-run blogs such as this one. I mean by someone else. Someone who reads your work and says, “Hey, that’s pretty damn good,” and then sends you the one thing all writers crave – the Acceptance Letter. Because we receive so many of the dreaded Rejection Letters, the Acceptance Letter is all the better, accompanied by singing choirs of angels and streaming sunshine. Okay, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but it is still awfully nice to get a piece accepted somewhere.

My poem, Vertebrae, (you can read here,) was published in the Fall 2007 issue of Connections, which is the literary magazine run by the local community college. I’ve been fortunate enough to have had several of my poems published in this mag, yet every time it’s an honor and a thrill.

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New Poem: Thirteen Days

Alright dear readers, another poem by yours truly. Enjoy.

Thirteen Days
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
you’ve only been gone
thirteen days.
With my days giving way
to empty nights
time has lagged.
Thankfully I don’t suffer
the insomnia that plagues you.
Instead I simply forget to eat,
pounds falling fron my frame
like water, until fully clothed
I reach a number
I haven’t seen since my teenage years.
Until my hip bones jut out,
become hooks for the pants
that threaten to slide off,
and my collar bones
become sharp lines
across my chest.
And it’s only been thirteen days.

Newest Poetry Review

Alright poetry lovers… Oh wait, I seriously doubt most of my readers are poetry lovers… That’s okay, no man I ever dated was a poetry lover yet they all pretended to be interested in poetry (mine and others), but this was clearly just a ploy to get in my pants. Clever boys…

ANYWAY, back to my original reason for today’s post – please check out my newest poetry review. Read all about Stephen Hemenway’s twisted mind in Fold Books.

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