My dear friend, Nandita, is back with a new blog – Emotional Spaces. Some may remember her previous blog – Manan Unleashed. It looks as though Nandita’s same emotionally-charged writing is set to continue in a new home. Here’s a preview from a site that is well worth a visit.
Beyond the reach of
dragon-flight, maids of Odin
in Autumn mists cry
for fair Honah-Lee
slipped from sight, to vaults only
Valkyries dare fly.
Passing beyond time
and meaning, no longer tied
with shackles, earthbound–
soaring realms golden
and gleaming, far away from
the dark underground.
Today at dVerse we’re exploring the underground.
So, NaNo is done and life is returning to its usual level of crazy. I apologize for my absence but thank you for sticking with me.
I have stories, I have poems, I have some great competitions and publishing call outs to announce. Most of all, I have a month’s worth of catching up on your wonderful blogs to get stuck into.
Before I get going, do any of you have any questions you’d like to ask? For some reason, during my NaNo sabbatical, I’ve received a lot of personal emails from other bloggers with all sorts of questions – some personal, some professional, some seeking advice (reality check!).
I truly hope I’ve answered them all satisfactorily, but I thought I’d throw it out there – fire away in the comments with anything you have, I’m only too happy too listen and stumble my way through an answer.
Otherwise, watch this space 🙂
Such a great start to my day – ‘The Weight’ was published today on the wonderful poetry site Algebra of Owls.
I’ve been following Algebra of Owls since it started and really enjoy the selection of poetry they choose to display. I’m flattered to have ‘The Weight’ appear in such fine company.
Here’s the link for anyone interested: The Weight at Algebra of Owls
Definitely a site that’s worth exploring.
Have you ever tried to dissect a poem and work out where the magic is hidden? Tried to find which words or phrases leave that imprint that you can feel for days afterwards but can never quite place? I do this frequently and never more so than after reading a poem by one of my all-time favourite poets, Jim Pascual Agustin.
It’s been a little while since my last featured poet post – I still haven’t figured out a way to quit my day job and write full time – but I know this next post will more than make up for the delay. When I contacted Jim to ask if he’d consider appearing as a guest on my blog, I had no idea how much effort he would put into his responses. I hope you will be blown away like I was. Without further ado, please enjoy:
The Scar Examined at Midnight
tell me about that. that scar.
it is a burn. something has grown
over it that mimics skin.
my memory goes blurry
when you smoke.
i know you need to, but please don’t.
or i won’t tell you the story.
it is not a burn…
–> Read the full poem and Jim’s bio here: The Scar Examined at Midnight
Title Unspecified, by Jean “Hans” Arp (French, b. German), 1950s.
arms, virgin breasts–
by artful eye.
she defies time’s
Written for the 20 poem challenge at Ekphrastic , September 2016.