let me step inside
your poem and turn on a lamp:
Ask an Editor
- to write a numbered poem about the aesthetic of a bare knuckle
- to write a single haiku about an iceberg
- to do parkour in tehran with a fantastic girl group i know
- to get a psych interview with this v specific death row inmate in texas
- to spend 4 weeks in a proper nippon dojo
- to let this book write me
- to ignore shameless avarice
- to not speak
- to become
- to rise above
Thanks to Chris I found out and submitted haiku to the Haiku Journal and two of my haiku were published in it, you should submit your haiku, it was really fun to do. I’m in issue 21. Pretend you are reading them again for the first time! Okay. hope these links work. xo
vision of Winter:
outline of geese overhead
not making a sound
from its dark zeroes
an avalanche has buried
what you want to say
This blog was created to collect and compile a minimum of 101 poems that fit one or all of the following criteria:
- Written by a woman
- Written about women/a woman from a positive and real perspective (none of that your body rocks my world shite, unless written by a woman)
- Regardless of poet’s gender, the poem or poetic structure speaks in a feminine voice.
- Regardless of poet’s gender, the poem or poetic structure breaks a preconceived or ill-conceived barrier of women.
- Regardless of poet’s gender, the poem or poetic structure speaks in a feminine voice and it’s just a great poem.
51 poems will be re-blogs found on Tumblr. 50 poems will be posted from “Important women poets.” Please, PLEASE, pretty please make submissions! Thank you all ahead of time for reading, writing, sharing, and making Tumblr the amazing writer friendly place it is!
You should all think hard for a second, then submit a poem to this blog dedicated to women poets: http://feminalpoetics.tumblr.com/
Criteria is above in original post :)
when you fall asleep
watching your ceiling tear, split,
look for my spotlight
Let everything happen to you
Beauty and terror
Just keep going
No feeling is final.
you ‘n me ‘n a bottle of whiskey,
because you want me to be truthful.
you want me to be truthful.
when I met you, you offered me and our best friend some ecstasy,
no, you promised it.
we had just drunk ‘n smoked ‘n ran our way from bluff to valley,
in my fantasies you smell of pine and taste like cigarettes.
I’ve got half-cocked exaggerations bursting in my temples,
and I just, I just wanna tell you how beautiful you are,
but that, that ain’t—
I got all this shit,
I got nightmares I pretend don’t exist,
'n I got no idea what to do next,
’n I run ‘n run ‘n run.
you smell like escape,
and you taste like long hard breaths in burning lungs.
you’ve got jokes ‘n quirks ‘n smiles where they count,
’n shoulders ‘n ears where they don’t,
’n you use both better than I ever, ever could.
I love you because I love cigarettes,
I love you because I love drinking too much,
I love you because I would rather hold it in than talk about it.
I love you because you know how that feels.
I have no idea if that is worth building anything on.
But I think that you are the perfect escape,
and I want that more than anything.
The conclusion is to live
because all the rest can’t reach you
and because it’s always too late
to start over
because you are
on your own.
- Isabel Cadenas Canon
The heart is a bullet that’s terrified of blood
"Saturdays" (Ask an Editor #13)
It started on a Saturday.
It always starts on a Saturday.
He thought she was mad at him.
He did not know why.
He never knows why.
I did not know either.
He came to me.
He always comes to me.
I asked her what was wrong
She said “nothing”.
Nothing is ever wrong.
I told him what she said.
He looked sad.
He always looks sad.
But I think I know whats wrong.
And she’s right.
Nothing is wrong.
Nothing is wrong
Everything is fine and that scares her.
So she shuts down.
I just want another opinion. Things that may need work? Things that were really good?
Hi there, Dakotah, thanks for sending this. Let’s see if I can help:
Six Words #4