wrote some beautiful songs go check them out I’m sure you’ll enjoy them
- john
p.s. I’m feeling very happy for some reason and am doing poetry reviews today.
Blog Review: Sincerely Joanna
Blog URL: sincerelyjoanna.tumblr.com
Over the course of exploring this blog, I’ve discovered an intense interest in Joanna’s poetry subject(s). That is to say, what Joanna has to offer is not simply word on paper (or online, to be sure), but a historical eye into the human form. I find this author’s work deeply reflective, well crafted in structure, and consistent. Far from being a blog-only space, this author has built a world of human experience: Respective of the beast, but also the gut-wrenching reality of each finger touch, of every breath.
In “To the Only Woman I See,” Joanna writes: “I think God crafted the audacious dream of you from earth and milk a bit of breath while I slept;” and I find myself captivated by the clever and compelling force each line holds, never ending with a surprise, always holding my attention. And to think that a Biblical reference could be wrought so effectively (and beautifully) in twenty words! Moreover, the balance of heavy subject matter is nicely balanced by Joanna’s simple site design: Black on white with snapshots of her poetry.
I would recommend Joanna’s blog for all writers still curious about what it means to have a strong voice. Joanna is accurate, emphatic, and spiritual in her word construction. Equally, I think writers of any skill level will appreciate the frank brevity of Joanna’s work.
And to the writer, I am continually fascinated by the depth of your work.
Fondest Wishes,
C. Ledin
A Razor Pen
http://inkneverdies.tumblr.com/post/46995287326/a-razor-pen-cuts-through-anything-from-truth-and
Free verse poetry
Interesting poem is my first thought. I think you need a “to” in between “lies - hope.” I’m not sure on the “Author’s” if you meant it to be singular or plural if plural then it should be s’. I really actually enjoyed your poem. It was well thought out and you had the ‘threes’ thing going on which I thought was excellent. Usually people do things in threes or in fives. I love how you equate the pen to a weapon in every stanza it’s sharp and penetrating it’s something to fear making it into a motif through the stanzas, and remember since you used a group you need commas, It was very beautiful, which goes to show sometimes shorter is better.
stars, hide your fires
Just a collection of random inklings. I use this blog to post anything and everything I write, from pieces of poetry to short little drabbles. I write about my life and everything in it. The happy times and the sad. I’m a firm believer in the thought that all writing is good writing, as long as it’s getting written.
My Ink Stained Soul
A writer’s sword is her pen, or perhaps in my case this space. To sharpen my sword, I share my random writings, as an insight into my ink-stained soul. I hope what I scribe changes your mind; spilled ink, while messy, can be a masterpiece in the making. My Ink Stained Soul contains both poetry and prose, a few photogenic poetic pieces, and whatever my typewriter might contain.
Celina Leclaire
Poetry, images, poetry inspired by images, collages, and some prose. Heartbreak, horror, and beauty are the main themes. I’ll take requests. I want to try out different styles. I like when things are surreal, I like when they’re dark. I also just like…simple moments in time.
On The Edge, Through The Void
The ordinary wonder of an amoral fiction.
Poetry, Prose, and Fiction from the fringe of [post?] humanity. Please, don’t take it too seriously.
It’s just a ride, to the edge of Oblivion.
[Also included: selections from other writers that I’ve featured in #Prose]
The Nature Of The Wood
Hamish Wood, Sydney. Blogger and writer of poetry and fiction, and the occasional political tract. Writes mainly about the dramatic- heartbreak, loss, grief, confusion, addiction and the cold at our cores.
alibis not needed anymore
this is my (fairly personal) writing blog where i chronicle my life’s failures and fantasies with lots of line breaks and call it poetry (or don’t, and call it prose). i also take requests for acrostics, letters and poems, although there’s a fair backlog and it might take me a while to get around to them all.
Kate Lapin
Kate Lapin is a blogger, writer and librarian in Akron. Her writing generally consists of short fiction of a dystopian and/or psychological nature.
As Sweet as a Maraschino Cherry
Writer born seven decades too late with eight polka dots on her face. Currently striving to help women build up their confidence with her knowledge of the Pin Up era while combining her two passions: writing and vintage fashion. Currently featured on Pin Up Passion with her essay, “Dangers Caused by the Misrepresentation of Women in the Fashion Industry.”
Crazy nights (poetry)
http://rodsimas.tumblr.com/post/33829653284/crazy-nights
Your style of writing reminds me of Philip Larken’s “Here,” but very sporadic or a better word would be random and has a lot of personification and paradoxes that are quite enjoyable. The first line of your poem is a bit confusing grammatically “There were things that used to hold myself together,” but I’m not sure if this was the way you wanted to phrase it and when a reader is unsure of the message then that reader fails to understand why you chose that specific phrase. It is my belief that every poet wants to get straight to the point (the correct emotion) and not have long winded tangents like Lemony Snicket.
To give my opinion of this poem I think the narrator is having a dream and is always in this sort of dream world that takes him anywhere he wants. Where many things are possible, and having some of the events that take place fulfill him.
The poem itself was very beautiful in terms of imagery shame he took down his blog while I was dealing :/ still felt I should post this
-john
For all who ride the trains
all night
sleep on sidewalks and park benches
beneath basements
and abandoned buildings
this is a hymn.
For those whose homes
are the great outdoors
the streets their one big room
for live men asleep in tombs
this is a hymn.
This is a hymn for bag women
pushing rubbish babies
in ridiculous prams
dividing open lots
into elaborate architects’ plans.
Mansions of the dispossessed
Magnificence of desperate rooms
Kings and queens of homelessness
Die with empty bottles
Rising from their tombs.
This is a hymn
for all recommending
a bootstrap as a way
to rise with effort
on your part.
This is a hymn
may it renew
what passes for your heart.
This hymn
is for the must-be-blessed
the victims of the world
who know salt best
the world tribe
of the dispossessed
outside the halls of plenty
looking in
this is a benediction
this is a hymn.
“This is a Hymn” by Lorna Goodison (via taminglions)
(via buttholepoetry)
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A writing blog featuring nothing but my writing - includes poetry, strange flash prose, ongoing prose & poetry projects, and journal entries.
