This particular poem is the second part of the longest poem I have ever written. The poem is 64 lines in total and it is in free verse. There is one other poem, also in free verse, in the zine. The other poems are all prose poetry. I do hope you that will you check it out! It would mean a lot to me, as the writing is very personal.
I have also set up a Patreon page. It is my hope to start a community of poetry aficionados who take a close interest in my work. All patrons will get early access to new poems and they will also receive 20% discount on any purchases from my Etsy shop! Other benefits that are available include access to my musings blog, where I talk about what I was thinking while I was writing that month’s poem, and exclusives in the form of a monthly handwritten postcard.
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I have two things again for you this week, dear readers! The first is a haiku that I posted earlier this week on my Instagram page. The second is a video reading of a flash fiction story that I wrote about two years ago.
Theseus’s Ship is a futuristic story, a musing on immortality, human-technology integration, and what it means to be human.
I have been working on a zine. This will be my first zine, and I hope to have it ready by the end of the month. I plan on selling it on Etsy.
This writing is an excerpt of the opening piece. The whole zine ties together under the theme of ‘searching’, searching for yourself, for connection, for your roots. It is an exploration of how inherited trauma can create a profound sense of disconnection, and it is some of the most personal writing I have ever done.
Its rays that would linger on my collarbone, warming my shoulders, cupping my breasts with growing intensity. The warmth would carve a valley for the sun to fall into
with loose limbs,
a soft fall.
I miss falling into the sun, but Helios no longer rides and a long dark winter has arrived.
This is a little poem that I wrote a few weeks ago while I posting my NaPoWriMo project. It is about being single in the time of Covid-19. I also wanted to share a video poem with you. This video was originally recorded for Instagram and I have also placed it on YouTube. I plan to record more of my poems soon, so please do have a look and a listen, and let me know what you think!
The final post for NaPoWriMo! This found poem was constructed from an excerpt from What We Talk about When We Talk about Love, a short story by Raymond Carver, borrowed from the collection Where I’m Calling From.
I hope you enjoyed my project of ekphrastic haiku and erasure poetry. Please let me know which ones were your favourites!