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The Creative Process or Creating a Poem From Scratch

The creative process flows in a myriad of ways and begins from just as many places. Each time I start a new poem, what time of day, where I am, what i’m using to write with, who i’ve just spoken to, what i’ve just read, how much i’ve slept, what i’ve eaten, will all impact on the poem’s formation and development. For this exercise I want to talk about a poem I recently wrote and the process I…

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Getting Them Published: Three

Flash Fiction or Micro Flash or countless other names spawned by countless websites that now cater to the art form, are never as simple as they appear nor are they as easy to write as they would seem. Whip out one hundred words and your done – No. There is a precision of language necessary in order to create a story that reads well on the surface but can be dug into and explored on subsequent…

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Getting Them Published: Two

As great as it is to have my poems tip-toeing their way across the internet, there is something special about having them in print, something romantic and solid. Sure, were live in the digital age where appearing on screen is the ‘modus operandi’, the most readily utilized and accessible form of dissemination. It has taken some metal adjustment but i’m getting there, in terms of seeking out,…

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Getting Them Published: One

I write poetry, among other things but first and foremost, I write poetry.

It took me a very long time to own up to this simple fact, despite the overwhelming evidence. Firstly, i actually did and do write poems. I remember very clearly the first forays i made into poetry and i remember why. I was thirteen years old and my English teacher at the time, he was Spanish, English being his second…

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We Have Taught the Trees to Rust - A Poetry Chapbook

We Have Taught the Trees to Rust – A Poetry Chapbook

Poetry finds its form and more often than not forges its own path, despite the author’s intention of going in another direction. This collection more tightly hugs the line between structure and free form. Sometimes a pre-determined structure can help the poem find cohesion but poems are ever restless and seek to push against any framework placed upon them.

Content wise the poet’s origins are…

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From an Upstairs Room - A Poetry Chapbook

From an Upstairs Room – A Poetry Chapbook

Words are full of possibilities. They can take you places, show you sights and make you feel sensations completely new. Words are a journey. Each step is a chance to expand your horizons and come to a greater understanding of where you are, who you are and what your role is. Words bring excitement, joy and pain. They are the sword by which the world is forged, the bond by which lovers unite.…

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One Hundred Days of Poetry - Day One Hundred

One Hundred Days of Poetry – Day One Hundred

” Foundations laid on bedrock deep in a clearing amidst ancient sorrows. Forgotten fragments were tricked to life and given the task of standing wall. “

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One Hundred Days of Poetry - Day Ninety Nine

One Hundred Days of Poetry – Day Ninety Nine

” My feet find a slope and I emerge, soaked to the marrow and completely redefined, burning in the absence of my passions, furrowed in the absence of my thoughts. “