Matthew Toffolo: What gave you the idea to write this very short story? Mike Arsuaga : It’s two chapters from my novel COME FIND ME. The full-length novel is at https://www.iheartbookpublishing.com/come-find-me.html 2) How many stories/screenplays have you written? Sixteen books published. Maybe six short stories. Two feature-length screenplays and a pilot for a TV series. […]
via Interview with Writer Mike Arsuaga (Twitter Short Story) — Matthew Toffolo’s Summary
Matthew Toffolo: What is the theme of your poem? David Dephy: Pain and hope, strength and kindness, our memories and forgiveness, because — some day — we will remember nothing of our enemies, but that killing silence of our friends. 2) What motivated you to write this poem? The same things which I mentioned above […]
via Interview with Poet David Dephy — Matthew Toffolo’s Summary
Matthew Toffolo: What is the theme of your poem? Jason Yearick: The chaotic nature of thoughts, images, and ideas being forced into linear time, expectation versus actualization and the mutability of the abstract molded into a concrete form. 2) What motivated you to write this poem? The need to write despite not having the time […]
via Interview with Poet Jason Yearick — Matthew Toffolo’s Summary
Matthew Toffolo: What is the theme of your poem? H. W. Robertson: Hope’s and my love is like the harmony of the sea and sky. 2) What motivated you to write this poem? I love Hope, and we were at Cannon Beach, a favorite spot. 3) How long have you been writing poetry? 55 years […]
via Interview with Poet H. W. Robertson — Matthew Toffolo’s Summary
It’s grotesque sometimes.
Pumped blood that flows through your heart, through your varied limbs.
Specifically flowing through your arm.
Now displaced into tiny splattered specks on the bathroom floor.
Displaced on a metal spoon, with undersides charred.
Displaced into plastic syringes peaking out the smallest pocket in your duffel bag.
Straight and narrow.
Your life will never be straight and narrow.
Not even for a glimpse. And a glimpse this was.
Three months, and the path was mowed, wide.
Winding, in places this path was never meant to guide.
And I feel grotesque this time.
My own beating heart stretching, pulling on either side.
Asking my mind: are we angry? are we sad?
Always wishing to forgive, but those images never leave our head.
Of displaced blood in that plastic syringe.
OH HOW OUR MOTHERS
GAVE US THIS RHYTHMIC BEAT
A PULSE FUELED BY FIRE
WITHIN HER SELFLESS FEAT
WHILE SHE SWINGS
TO AND FRO
TIL WE SLIDE
LIKE THE TIDE
OUT OF HER
TOWARDS THE LIGHT
HER VOICE THE BEACON
A MELODIC GUIDE
THAT WE KNEW BEFORE KNOWING,
THAT WE RECOGNIZED
BEFORE WE COULD SEE
BEFORE THERE WERE LINES
BLIND AS WE FLOATED
SO WILLINGLY
BLIND IN BOUNDLESS DARK
YET UNAFRAID
ALL THE WHILE SHE WOULD SING
COME WHATEVER MAY
HER LULLABY
A SONG OF LOVE
AND NO GOODBYES
HER LULLABY
INSIDE WE’D SLUMBER
SAFE FROM ALL THINGS
BUM BUM BUM
BUM BUM BUM
SAFE AND SOUND
SHE WOULD SING
HER LULLABY
ITS WHEN I MISS HER
OR WHEN IM LOOSING ME
I LISTEN FOR THAT SOUND
OF WHAT I CANT SEE
THAT SAME SOUND THAT SHE GAVE TO ME
BUM BUM BUM
MY OWN HEART
AS IT THUMPS AND IT BEATS
BUM BUM BUM
BEFORE WITHIN HER
AS WE SWAYED AS ONE BEING
If he wasn’t also one of my favorite storytellers of all time, Neil Gaiman could make a living churning outContinue Reading
“I can’t walk and talk at the same time.” We hadn’t seen each other in quite some time and my friend was frustrated with me. I kept having to stop every time I wanted to say something and my body was veering off course. It didn’t seem like it was only my body veering off […]
via How Writing Poetry Helped My Brain and Body Heal – guest blog by June G. Paul — Trish Hopkinson
I am working on real poetry, studying others and picking out the bones from the salmon of knowledge, searching for the path to success, trying to write a poem with so much depth only a deep sea diver with oxygen tanks will ever touch it, to write a poem with so many lexical […]
This beautiful writing spider floated in mid-air on the corner of my garage door. Spinning its lines next to the light, it sits waiting for the next poor bug to fly into the web. It is one of the biggest writing spiders that I have seen. Today I saw it wrapping up a bug for […]
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