Sending poetry to the world
we, those on the lawn lit up like a carnival,
fancy ourselves to be
so careless
and tan
mysterious people with new types of hair
and nowhere to be save
Monte
Carlo
despite such a lyrical stance
he cares nothing for me
he cares only for a hurried
quickening breath
or the still life
of a sparrow who turns,
examining the ground
he does not care for my
pen hovering
or my sudden lack of trying
although he does suffer
(as we must)
finding words to create
this…
_____.
mine is the underbelly
soft
vulnerable
i can rake
my broken fingernails
light at first
then…
strike a line
clear across and
spill
those guts.
some of our memories
like heavy silt find
a way to drop in a stream
like Haruki Murakami
might slip into a dream
chase a lost love | all
consciousness lost
in bleary
Japanese
mountains…..
Hi Readers!
Breaking from poetry today to link to Richard Nash’s new (important) publishing project, Red Lemonade. Why – because it’s ambitious, exciting, and, hopefully, inspiring! More below…
From the ABOUT: Red Lemonade is a publishing community of fiction and highly narrative non-fiction. We avoid labeling what we do but it tends to be risky, socially charged, misbehaving stuff. Red Lemonade is for the writers other publishers are afraid of.
But Red Lemonade is also a pilot for a massively ambitious adventure, to create a new platform (part webapp, part business process) for independent publishing, combining the best of editorial judgment and publicity moxie with community input into acquisition and promotion, and combining the tradition publisher/retailer process with digital publishing and limited editions. That’s called Cursor and that’s the platform powering Red Lemonade.
From founder Richard Nash: “We don’t pretend to have all the answers but we’re going to organize and contend with the important questions: How do we avail of our collective intelligence to make better publishing decisions? How do we provide mentorship and advice while avoiding cronyism? How do we harness the power of the gifted editor? How do we unlock more of the great value books create in our society, so that we can all afford to write and read better?”
WORTHY! Check it out today –
Doesn’t matter
How many times
The letters cross my eyes
It remains –
Why this curly mouse?
Why those poems about
Poets,
Those oceans
Filled with rain?
Why those farms, shocks,
That
Conversing with a
Soul…
Come, let’s meet
In a cafe in Maine
I’ll buy the coffee,
You bring the
Letters.
Check out my dear friend Oonah’s blog– Parallel Oonahverse! Don’t forget to read from the vault as well… and look through the great pictures from her trip to Bmore and DC!
alone means
that they all pile up
like so many November leaves
harbingers each
of skeletal limbs left cold
like a rug dirty with the
piling up of days
that creep shadowy down
the brick hall —
—
a heart beats faint with
prescience that for now
the art is safe.
Check out my new piece on EveryDayPoets.com — it’s something a lil different.
http://www.everydaypoets.com/the-biggest-secret-of-my-life-by-jody-costa/
crazy people
rock on white wicker chairs
and sit on green paisley cushions
and chain smoke
because it’s a crutch or
a good way to pass time
or to remember to breathe
and they write in little black notebooks
and they scribble and scratch
nonsense
like its god damn poetry.
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