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How I Wrote It: We Left the Garden

Charles Simic famously said that the prose poem “has the unusual distinction of being regarded with suspicion not only by…

Literary Criticism, literature, poet, Poetry, writing

Battle of the Bards

“A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.” —W. H. Auden A recent…

Academia, Ai, Cultural Criticism, Literary Criticism, Op-Ed, Poetry, poetry community, Technology, writing community

Red Eye

Their eyes were on me like little cocktail cherries swirling around the glass. Fat with moisture, almost pink, And I…

Creative Writing, poem, Poetry, writer

November Diary: Stop all the Clocks

Books Read: Loving Sylvia Plath: A Reclamation by Emily Van Duyne, Dream Story by Arthur Schnitzler, The Obscene Madame D…

Astrology, Christmas, diary, Poetry, W H Auden, Winter

Arlan: Acrostic

Author’s Note: This morning, at 4:23am, my little brother was born. There are twenty-seven years between us, and this is…

Acrostic Poem, Astrology, Cosmos, New Life, Poetry

How I Wrote It: Aberconwy Fable

Author’s Note: ‘Aberconwy Fable’ was originally published in the Bel Espirit Newspaper. I am a frequent writer for their magazine,…

Creative Writing, poem, poems, poet, Poetry, Poetry Analysis, writing

Ghazal: Mono America

In response to the 2024 Presidential Election Pumpkins sallow on the doorstep of mono America.A womb is now a rental…

Donald Trump, ghazal, Poetry, Political Poetry, Presidential Election

Diary: October 2024

Books Read: New York City 1979 by Kathy Acker, Modern Nature by Derek Jarman, The Haunting of Hill House by…

collage, diary, Fiction, journaling, literature, Poetry, Sestina, Sylvia Plath, Vanity

Exit Satan’s Men & Other Poems

Exit Satan’s Men Cento April is the colonnade of rain keeping us warm with dried tubers. Between rosed lips, stillness…

Cento, Creative Writing, ghazal, literature, Poetry

The Butcherbird: A Collage

The funeral eye sleeps like a criminal Sources:

collage, Collage Art, Collage Artist, Derek Jarman, Poetry

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