In December 2013, the anthology WANDERINGS was published on Amazon.com, with one of my short stories included. The Hockessin Book Shelf invited all 16 writers of the compilation to read publicly in honor of National Poetry Month, this past Sunday, April 27th.
Because of my previous post, I made it a point to construct an original poem. My inspiration came from two characters in a story I've been working on:
Titled: How I See It
She's staring at me
Now she's dressing like me
Talking like me
Emulate
Copy
Idolize
Match
Outdo
Is she better than me
A higher version of me
Irritate
Agonize
Frustrate
But her model was me
Her new statue is me
Her whole transformation was because of me
Sympathize
Understand
Accept
Grateful
Humble
4/29/2014
4/05/2014
It's that time again...National Poetry Month
Sound the trumpets! Line up the Drake Trophies and all! National Poetry Month is here!
I'm a prose writer, and a proud one, but any writer of any genre will always say that they appreciate poetry. Well, at least they should say that. I appreciate it for two, simple reasons: (1) the fact that the best poems say so much in such short lines is phenomenal (2) my favorite music genre (hip hop) is rooted in poetry (along with blues of course).
My favorite poet is Nikki Giovanni. I've mentioned her several times on this blog (and probably even posted this twice) because she really and truly is a gifted poet. A woman who can write about anything and make anyone feel its depth. Her poem, I Wrote A Good Omelet, literally made me stop in my tracks when I first read it. You can't just glance over a poem like that. It makes you ingest its words and really consume its meaning. Please, please enjoy and embrace:
I wrote a good omelet...and ate
a hot poem... after loving you
Buttoned my car...and drove my
coat home...in the rain...
after loving you
I goed on red...and stopped on
green...floating somewhere in between...
being here and being there...
after loving you
I rolled my bed...turned down
my hair...slightly
confused but...I don't care...
Laid out my teeth...and gargled my
gown...then I stood
...and laid me down...
To sleep...
after loving you
I'm a prose writer, and a proud one, but any writer of any genre will always say that they appreciate poetry. Well, at least they should say that. I appreciate it for two, simple reasons: (1) the fact that the best poems say so much in such short lines is phenomenal (2) my favorite music genre (hip hop) is rooted in poetry (along with blues of course).
My favorite poet is Nikki Giovanni. I've mentioned her several times on this blog (and probably even posted this twice) because she really and truly is a gifted poet. A woman who can write about anything and make anyone feel its depth. Her poem, I Wrote A Good Omelet, literally made me stop in my tracks when I first read it. You can't just glance over a poem like that. It makes you ingest its words and really consume its meaning. Please, please enjoy and embrace:
I wrote a good omelet...and ate
a hot poem... after loving you
Buttoned my car...and drove my
coat home...in the rain...
after loving you
I goed on red...and stopped on
green...floating somewhere in between...
being here and being there...
after loving you
I rolled my bed...turned down
my hair...slightly
confused but...I don't care...
Laid out my teeth...and gargled my
gown...then I stood
...and laid me down...
To sleep...
after loving you
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