Junkyard Rhapsody

My Name Is Christian Sammartino. I am a 25 year old poet from south-western Pennsylvania. I am the Editor-In-Chief for The Rising Phoenix Review. In the movie Field of Dreams they said "If You Build it, they Will Come." This is a blog for my writing. May this be a sacred space for you as well. Welcome.

[junkyard-rhapsody]

Writing these little poems brings me light. I hope they bring you some too.

You can read more of them here.

[junkyard-rhapsody]

This year I dedicated myself to writing a haiku a day. It made me feel connected and whole. Especially when the world felt cruel and was overwhelming.

You can read more from the series here.

[lifeinpoetry]

“Who invented me begging / softly to be destroyed”

— Zaina Alsous, from ““Arab Making”,” A Theory of Birds: Poems

[junkyard-rhapsody]

Writing these little poems brings me light. I hope they bring you some too.

You can read more of them here.

[junkyard-rhapsody]

This year I dedicated myself to writing a haiku a day. It made me feel connected and whole. Especially when the world felt cruel and was overwhelming.

You can read more from the series here.

[vivalameagan]

[thesingingknives]

“Tell me how I grew from garbage, // tell me how lethal, how lovely I am.”

— Lynn Melnick, from “Forecast,” If I Should Say I Have Hope (via lifeinpoetry)

[theartofanimation]

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[junkyard-rhapsody]

This year I dedicated myself to writing a haiku a day. It made me feel connected and whole. Especially when the world felt cruel and was overwhelming.

You can read more from the series here.

I love you, just like my own wings.

[junkyard-rhapsody]

This year I dedicated myself to writing a haiku a day. It made me feel connected and whole. Especially when the world felt cruel and was overwhelming.

You can read more from the series here.

[junkyard-rhapsody]

This year I dedicated myself to writing a haiku a day. It made me feel connected and whole. Especially when the world felt cruel and was overwhelming.

You can read more from the series here.

[poetsandwriters]

“Rigoberto González helped me understand that my success as a writer would hinge on my success as a reader. I’ve translated that advice into a ratio. For every poem or page I write, I try to read three times as much work by other people. I don’t have a ledger or anything but you get the idea.”

— Saeed Jones, in this week’s Ten Questions; read the rest at pw.org!

[buttonpoetry]

“I will not be cut into pieces anymore.”

— Brenna Twohy, from Swallowtail

[buttonpoetry]

“Everybody wants to grow up and be somebody in the limelight, yet there are so many of us that die without even a gravestone to keep us comfortable.”

— Hasani Harris, “Brag”

[thesingingknives]

“I sprung up like a cornstalk, gold & green in August sun I was pounded into shape in a factory, where they make girls instead of automobiles I rained down like hail in midwest December I was cradled in the waves of Lake Michigan The yips of coyotes & the yowls of trains were my first lullabies The first words I learned to form were ‘car,’ 'gun,’ 'blue,’ 'decay’ I breathed the fumes from smoke- stacks, made my secret hideout in a grain silo I fed myself on corn & cherries, peaches & strawberries, venison & bratwurst, & state fair grub I danced to polka music in Brew City, fell in love in Motor City, started fires in the City of Big Shoulders (And I must not forget the others, either - Omaha, Des Moines, Cleveland, Pittsburgh) You can call me many things - Rust Belt Betty, Corn Belt Christine, Sarah of the silos & smokestacks You can call me 'fly over,’ go ahead and pass me by I will still be here - as fertile & full of possibility as a tilled field, as tough & long-lasting as a steel girder, as gorgeous & unforgiving as a great lake”

—

Jessie Lynn McMains (Rust Belt Jessie), “Rust Belt Betty” (2011)

It was shortly after I wrote this poem that I began calling myself Rust Belt Jessie.

(via rustbeltjessie)

[junkyard-rhapsody]

This year I dedicated myself to writing a haiku a day. It made me feel connected and whole. Especially when the world felt cruel and was overwhelming.

You can read more from the series here.

[junkyard-rhapsody]

This year I dedicated myself to writing a haiku a day. It made me feel connected and whole. Especially when the world felt cruel and was overwhelming.

You can read more from the series here.

I love you, just like my own wings.