There’s no need to be a poet (time is forgotten)

This poem from the Yoon Yong series is probably a personal anxiety of my own showing through the tissue paper of personality. I think all poets (I cannot speak for translators) have some such concern as this in their transmogrification of reality & experience into the poetic. The solution: not apologizing for seeing, trying, relying & [...]

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Court—a droigneach

(The following is taken from a thread on the blog of the poet Cynthia Jobin  https://littleoldladydotnet.wordpress.com/) According to my favorite Book of Forms (Lewis Turco, 1968)….DROIGNEACH (pronounced dray-ee-nock) is Irish. Syllabic. A loose stanza form. The single line may consist of from nine to thirteen syllables, and it always ends in a tri-syllabic word. There is [...]

Luanne Castle (Chapbook Confessions #5)

An insightful Confession by poet Luanne Castle with poems from her book ‘Doll God’ up at Underfoot today. If you need a reminder as to what this Confession business is, check our Confession page with the manifesto we wrote explaining what our intention is for these.
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Underfoot Poetry

Chapbook Confessions is a series in which poets discuss, at length, the writing of their most recent collection of poems, in whatever way they desire. For more information on the series, go here.

Below, Luanne Castle writes on her 2015 collection,Doll God (Aldrich Press).


41fJirDZxUL._SX331_BO1_204_203_200_360xWhen I first read the Chapbook Confessions project, I was intrigued and wondered if I participated would I be able to discover insight into my writing process. The notion of what I might find both allured and frightened me.

Part of me agrees with the brief “Ars Poetica” I heard X. J. Kennedy recite when I was a young grad student in Michigan:

The goose that laid the golden egg
Died looking up its crotch
To find out how its sphincter worked.

Would you lay well? Don’t watch.

The thought of losing the ability to write a poem because I inquired into…

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Wasting time in a café (until evening time thereabout)

…“THE DEATH OF LOVE OF ANYTHING…”written on the front of a cute girl's t-shirt.I hate people who wear sloganed t-shirtsas if it speaks volumes about their “life philosophy.”The kind of people who might say“I went to the University of Life” but work in an office.You cannot experience the death of anything you live beyond | [...]

Kathy Boles-Turner (Chapbook Confessions #4)

Kathy Boles-Turner confessing to you all in regards to her process, with poems from her collection Ramshackle Houses & Southern Parables following her insightful confession.
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Chapbook Confessions is a series in which poets discuss, at length, the writing of their most recent collection of poems, in whatever way they desire. For more information on the series, go here.

Below, Kathy Boles-Turner writes on her 2018 collection, Ramshackle Houses & Southern Parables.


img_0132Listening.

That’s all I was doing when poetry arrived shortly after my fortieth birthday. I figured it was a fluke, a one off, a little writing exercise to take advantage of while the next great American novel marinated in the back of my mind. Then it happened again. And again. Words came with light and heat and sound and texture.

A similar sort of word visitation had happened occasionally with prose. Characters’ names and voices, scads of dialog came following on the heels of one spark of an idea or another. Maybe the spark would begin with an image, a discussion of…

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Poem @Smithereens Press

Very very very pleased to report that my poem When all the animals are dead has been picked up by the Smithereens Press for their 2nd issue. A press I hold in high esteem & have, on my second attempt, got into. They started publishing, exclusively, online chapbooks. They have since branched to a magazine, [...]