Tip #1: Read, read, and read some more! The quickest and easiest way to get better at writing is to read – for inspiration, to study style and form, to observe and learn so that you may begin to mimic what you find works in other people’s poems. Your own writing will progress much faster […]
via 5 Tips for Beginner Poets — Caitlin Cacciatore ~ Poet and Author
I believe strongly in poetry. It has worked before, and it will work again. It is infused in the culture of every civilization. Whether it’s the Bible, the Odyssey, or Shakespeare, poetry has been extremely popular. Today poetry lacks the prestige it once held. There are no Robert Frosts in our time and age, let […]
via The Future Of Poetry – guest blog post by John Kaniecki — Trish Hopkinson
That crafty Stine says my blog’s neat which makes me preen and feel upbeat It’s nice to know when someone so cares to share you (C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020 Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet” Thank you Christine Bialczak, who’s wonderful blog Stine Writing is enjoyable on several levels, […]
Read any “How to Write” books, watch any author talk about how they did it, and they’ll tell you: They protected their writing time. This is the advice I have heard a thousand times and it’s the advice I’ve given out multiple times (even when I sometimes fail to follow it). Want to know why? […]
on Writing Forward: I love collecting writing tips. You never know when you’re going to stumble across a golden nugget of wisdom that will make your writing richer and more vibrant. One of the reasons I started this website was so that I could share the many valuable tips that I’ve collected over the years. […]
At one point or another, all bloggers have to sit down and decide whether they’re going to focus exclusively on a single topic or write about several related subjects in an attempt to have a broader target audience. Now, this can be a difficult decision to make: after all, you can choose to write about […]
With lush language and lavish imagery, Gabriela Marie Milton evokes a fantastic world ripe with emotion. Christina Schwarz, the author of the New York Times Bestseller Drowning Ruth This is a mesmerizing collection of poetry. Gabriela Marie Milton’s lines teem with life, passion, and introspective courage. Brian Geiger, editor of Vita Brevis Truthfully, I never […]
via Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings — Author DC Gilbert
Composing poetry to some is a science while to others it’s a craftsmanship. When you know the contrast between the two strategies for moving toward verse, you can pick which of the two is the most ideal route for you to get into verse. Obviously, you may likewise pick the two techniques – focusing on […]
When my babies were born I was afraid.
Their tiny brown bodies so fragile
that even a hand placed too low
or too high
would fail to support their necks
and they would break.
They grew as strong and as American as the trunks of apple trees
but still I am afraid
of the intentional placement of knees
on brown and black necks
not fragile but weakened
by these chains that don’t look heavy until you’ve worn them a hundred years.
I watched my babies as they slept
my heart stopped each time their chests took a millisecond too long to rise
but they always did rise, and then I too could breathe again.
To suffocate must feel
like you are drowning slowly
like the air is right there if you could just reach the surface
if only the blurry hands and voices begging for your breath were strong enough to break through and save you.
Instead only the black pavement held you like a mother’s chest until there was no more sky.
And the strange slow violence of your murder played again and again like nursery rhymes
like prayer
reminding us to choose between breath and fear.
he is sitting at the kitchen table
and I can hear the fridge humming
this air is thick with tension, please,
I wish you would just cut me into pieces
with that dull dinner knife you use
please cut me into pieces
until I am so small that I can fit
up in the cracks in the ceiling
or into the grooves of our tiled floor
because I cannot stand to share a meal with you
where neither of us
dare speak a word
a.c.t
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