Interview with Jayme Karales

Tell us a little bit about your writing career.

Besides being a giant pain in the ass, it’s been one of the most fulfilling aspects of my life. I’ve always been a writer but it wasn’t until high school that I began to take myself seriously and aimed to get published. Unfortunately, also in high school, I made the mistake of self-publishing a few embarrassing efforts that are now stapled to the internet forever. Lately, though, I’ve been able to let that go and excel at what I do best: dark fiction, opinion pieces, and movie reviews.

What writers have had an influence on how you write?

Irvine Welsh, for sure. I read Trainspotting when I was a teenager and that book definitely left a lasting impact on me. I’m sure a lot of pretentious writers out there will consider this a hacky answer, but Stephen King is strong influence of mine. George V. Higgins is another. These guys operate in different mediums but: Frank Miller, Nicolas Winding Refn, Harmony Korine, and Park Chan Wook, also.

When and why did you start to write?

If you can even consider it writing, I started at the age of 4 or 5. I’d tell my mother to sit down, shut up, and jot down whatever words I was about to speak. I’d rattle off stories, usually involving Power Rangers getting into mishaps with Spider-Man or whatever I was into at the time.

I can’t really say for sure why I started writing. I’ve always had this pulsing urge in the back of my head to tell stories. If I don’t then I become frustrated and it’s hard for me to do much of anything else.

How early did you begin writing?

I began writing on my own around the age of 7 or 8. I had this really old typewriter that I used to hammer out stories on for hours at a time.

Tell us about your writing process.

It’s really not that exciting. I usually procrastinate until 2 or 3 in the morning by looking  at pointless things on the internet. When I finally become sick of looking at cat .gifs I open up Microsoft Word and write until sunrise.

Favorite place to write?

Wherever it’s quiet. I’m not picky about my surroundings as long as there aren’t others around to distract me.

Do you keep a notebook, or do you prefer a computer?

Everything I do is on my MacBook. This baby is my lifeblood. With my upcoming novel, Disorderly, I did have to resort to a notebook for a while though to keep track of the timeline and make sure there weren’t any periodic errors.

I was looking through your blog, Captain Cool As Fuck, and saw a number of poems and pieces of writing. It’s a lot of work to maintain a successful blog. Any tips for writers attempting to start one?

Consistency is key. If you’re a writer and you want to have some of your work read, starting a blog is a great way to go about things. However, if you’re going to blow it off after a couple of weeks or a month because nobody is reading your shit then don’t bother.

If you don’t have the durability to stick it out during the periods where you aren’t getting attention then this isn’t the path for you. Even if your poems, or stories, or opinion pieces– whatever it may be –don’t get noticed right off the bat, you’ll be laying the bricks to a foundation of what’s to come.

If people want to take my advice, that’s awesome. If not…well…more followers for me.

Before Sunrise Press is a quality publisher. Can you give a brief synopsis of the work you had published with them?

I had an eBook, Youth, released under the Before Sunrise Press imprint this past April.

It has since become their top online seller. Youth is a social commentary on the most problematic contemporary issues plaguing our society – corrupted innocence, gun control, and safety in public schools. I feel like there aren’t many clear-cut answers in life and in fiction, you’re often given grey characters who find themselves with a black or white resolve by the end of things. Certain issues are a bit more complex than that and Youth reflects upon that.

I’m actually going to be narrating the audiobook version in a couple of months. That’ll either be a fun or miserable experience.

My debut novel, Disorderly, is set to be published June 10th.  Disorderly focuses on a cancer patient who is given a second chance at life at the expense of eating others. It tackles the topics of cannibalism, isolation, and mental illness and also plays off of the current state of zombie pop culture. It’s probably the most autobiographic piece I’ve ever written, even if it is drenched in over-the-top horror and downright degenerate behavior.

Finish this statement; I think writing should____.

Provoke.

Interview with Sheron Parris

Tell us a little bit about your writing career.

I’ve self-published two stories, entitled, The Dark World, and The Immortal’s Guide respectively. They are a part of a series, that is to have two more books to complete the series in the coming years. I’ve also had a short story published in my college’s newspaper, The Vignette, and have had a poem published upon winning a contest whilst in middle school.

And of course there is the short story recently published with Before Sunrise Press, A Night of Frivolity.

What writers have had an influence on how you write?

Edgar Allan Poe absolutely had an influence on how I write. I first read his stories, The Raven, and the Tell-Tale Heart and was absolutely hooked. All things dark, bloody, and psychologically troubling that I write (mostly the poems I have written), I attribute subconsciously to Mr. Poe. J.K. Rowling was an author I grew up on, and how to tell a story was further expanded with reading the Harry Potter series, naturally.

There are many more authors that have influenced in some way how I write, but those are the two that have stayed with me and have had lasting impacts on my writing style.

How early did you begin writing?

I’ve been writing since I learned how.

My earliest memories of writing include being told to write a story (I forget about what) whilst in elementary school, but I remember writing a fairly mysterious, border-line horror story that included my little brother. It became poems from there whilst in middle school (to the acclaim of the English teachers in the school), and finally full-grown novels at the tail-end of my middle school career where I started writing The Dark World.

What’s your writing process like?

Hmm. I don’t believe I have a process. Well, that is until recently at least.

Before I would only write what came to mind, and I still do to some affect, but now I make it a point to outline my bigger works, expounding on the story as I go. I find, no matter how I try to prepare for the writing journey, that I usually end up writing what comes to mind regardless of the outline sketched out.

What are some specific troubles you have with writing? How do you over come them?

Besides getting stuck in a story, wanting to get somewhere (usually more interesting) than where I am, I do get bogged down with wanting to jump over the hurdle and just write the intense action scene, or the ‘big-reveal’ scene and leave the fairly mundane stuff to someone else (but there never is anyone else, is there). I overcome these nonsensical problems by gritting my teeth and writing through the mundane scenes to get to where I’m going, or sometimes (and rarely), I’ll write the action scene I want to write, realize (usually) that it has no place in the story, and go back and write the mundane scenes anyway.

I’ve been asked a number of times about writing articles on overcoming writer’s block. For our fellow writers looking to “arouse their Muse”, how do you overcome writer’s block?

As I mentioned above, I do get stuck in my writing. I used to get seriously sad about experiencing writer’s block, but recently with my having to write the sequel to The Dark World, The Immortal’s Guide (my fans would not take no for an answer), I learned, the fairly hard way, that there was no such thing as a “Muse,” and that if I was to get paid for writing, it was a job like anything else.

In 2012, I hunkered down and threw away any fancies I had about my “Muse,” and wrote The Immortal’s Guide until I couldn’t take it anymore. I followed the outline I had penned, and within a very stressful year, completed it to meet my deadline. That was when I realized I could write without relying on a “Muse,” to motivate me. But of course there are moments where you can’t get anything out at all. These moments I allow myself to have (if I can spare them). I often go to family and friends for advice on any works as I’m writing them for inspiration as well.

When it comes to writing, do you keep a particular ritualistic schedule, or do you loosely write when the moment strikes?

Now that I’m editing The Dark World, I do make myself try to get at least a few hours of editing in every day if I can. With finals and a puppy to watch over, it is often hard to find time as of now. But I know in the summer I’ll be back to writing every day (or every other day) to get it done.

As for my other projects, I do write when the moment strikes, but as I’ve said, I’ve tried to stop that and write at least every day, and if I don’t, I don’t beat myself up about it – there’s a time and place for everything after all.

Before Sun Rise Press is a quality publisher. Can you give a brief synopsis of the work you had published with them?

When the daring Miss Clarke enters a gentlemen’s club in London on one cold day in January, the year 1714, she is met with a most cunning vampire who would only see her his before the night is through. With several onlookers, unwanted solicitations, and the watching dark eyes of the mysterious Alexander upon her, Miss Patricia Clarke is forced before long to decide whether her desired night of frowned-upon fun is worth the trouble…and the blood in A NIGHT OF FRIVOLITY.

Finish this statement; I think writing should … drive you mad, and inspire you, in-turn, inspiring others to create what they want to create without fear of disapproval or denial.

“The Nude That Stays Nude” by William Logan

Don’t do what all the other little buggers are doing.

Don’t try to make the poem look pretty. You’re not decorating 
cupcakes, Cupcake.

Don’t think you’re the only bastard who ever suffered — just write as if  you were.

Don’t eat someone else’s lunch. For eat read steal. For lunch read wife. For wife readstyle.

Don’t be any form’s bitch.

Don’t think if  you cheat on form or slip the meter, no one will notice. They’ll know and think you a fool. Don’t think it impossible to cheat on form. If you do it well, they’ll think you a genius.

Don’t think if  you declare yourself avant-garde, your sins will be 
forgiven.

Don’t blubber if  you never receive prizes. Look at the poets who won the Pulitzer fifty years ago. See who’s there. See who’s not.

Don’t think you’re special. Stand in a library amid all those poets who thought they were every inch the genius you think you are.

Don’t double-space your lines and think the poem better. It just takes up more room.

Don’t think regret is 20/20. Regret is myopic. Hope is astigmatic. Trust is blind.

Don’t think what you have to say is important. The way you say it is what’s important. What you have to say is rubbish.

Don’t think you don’t have to read. You read in order to steal. Read more, steal better.

Don’t think your poems are good because they sound good read aloud. Get your hearing checked.

Never write poems about poetry.

Don’t play to the audience. Your audience is full of dopes, cheeseballs, and Johnny-come-latelies — besides, they’re laughing at you all the way home.

Don’t think you’ve been anointed by early success. Look at the critical darlings of a hundred years ago. Look at the darlings of twenty years ago.

Never wish you were there. Wish you were here.

Don’t think you can ignore grammar. You need grammar more than grammar needs you.

Never eat the pie if  you can own the fork.

Don’t think new is better. Don’t think new is not better. Don’t think, read. Don’t think, ink.

Poetry is the nude that stays nude.

Never write the first line if you already know the last. The best poem is the unwritten poem.

Don’t break the window before you look at the view.

Don’t think that if you have two manuscripts, you have two manuscripts. You have one manuscript.

Don’t eat jargon, because you’ll shit jargon.

Don’t think poetry is a religion. It’s more important than religion.

Interview with poet Maggie Mae

Maggie Mae is a talented poet running the blog “Maggie Mae I Just Say This“.  She has a good-sized online following.  If your a poet just starting out, I recommend checking her blog out or asking her for advice (though she does give some in the interview below).  She has been published in The Vein, Requiem Magazine, Record Magazine, and a number of other literary establishments.  Check our her first chapbook from Writing Knights Press.

1)  Tell us a little about yourself.  What are you up to?

Right now I’m in school studying for a Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree and I’ve just completed my first chapbook, Some Things Ache In The Dark, that will be out in May 2013 with Writing Knights Press. I’m excited for that. That is a goal that I have been working toward for several years. I am in the process of writing a second chapbook.

2)  What called you to poetry?  Who do you write for

I read Emily Dickinson’s poetry when I was young. About 11 yrs old. It was the first piece of writing that I could relate to on a very personal level. A few years later, I was reading the lyrics to Nirvana and realized that it was just a different form of poetry. That opened my mind to the idea that I didn’t have to write “old school” poetry in the style of Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, etc. All great poetry, but not as relevant to my generation.

First off, I write for myself. I think any true writer does. For an audience, I write for everyone that finds themselves lost, stuck, confused, depressed, lonely, anxious, afraid, excited….emotional. I am always more than excited when someone contacts me and says that they felt like they could totally relate to a piece I had written. It gives me a bit more purpose in life.

It’s something Emily Dickinson left for me.

3)  Who are some the significant influences on your writing?

Definitely Emily Dickinson. Sylvia Plath. Henrik Ibsen. Anne Sexton. Erick Setiawan. There are hundreds. These are my favorite.

4)  Finish this statement: I think poetry should _____________

I think poetry should evoke emotion. Provoke sensation. I think poetry should be a portrait into the writer’s perception of any given situation or circumstance.

5)  You have a good-sized online following.  If you could only pass on one piece of advice to fellow aspiring poets, what would it be

Never, ever, ever stop writing. If you are a writer, it is in you to write. You can’t help it. You will have blocks and plenty of moments that you feel like you have nothing to say, or you will have critics that tell you that you are not a “poet”. But, if it’s what you want to do, then just don’t ever stop writing.

April’s Monthly Contest Winner – Drunk

Happy National Poetry Month!  As usual, due to a high volume of quality submissions, there was difficulty deciding this month’s winner.  M.K. Sukach’s poem Drunk pulled through just a strum stronger than the others though.

Steven Fortune won 2nd place for his poem, Rubbing One-Off, and 3rd place was won by Peabody Winston for his poem, Thank God I Know Him.

I hope you enjoy the victor’s poems!

If you’re looking for other publishing opportunities, there’s a micro-chapbook contest hosted by Nostrovia! Poetry & Miracle Ezine you can check out.  Here’s the information page and submission guidelines.
Cheers!
-Jeremiah Walton

Ernest Hemingway Quote

“Writing, at its best, is a lonely life. Organizations for writers palliate the writer’s loneliness but I doubt if they improve his writing. He grows in public stature as he sheds his loneliness and often his work deteriorates. For he does his work alone and if he is a good enough writer he must face eternity, or the lack of it, each day.

For a true writer each book should be a new beginning where he tries again for something that is beyond attainment. He should always try for something that has never been done or that others have tried and failed. Then sometimes, with great luck, he will succeed.

How simple the writing of literature would be if it were only necessary to write in another way what has been well written. It is because we have had such great writers in the past that a writer is driven far out past where he can go, out to where no one can help him.”

-Ernest Hemingway, 1954 Nobel Prize Speech

Interview with Allen Qing Yuan & Changming Yuan, managers of Poetry Pacific

Bios:

Allen Qing Yuan, born in Canada and aged 17, currently attends high school and co-edits Poetry Pacific in Vancouver. Mentored by his poet father, Allen has, since grade 10, had poetry appear in more than 50 literary publications across 12 countries, which include Blue Fifth Review, Contemporary American Voices, Cordite Poetry Review, Istanbul Literary Review, Literary Review of Canada, Mobius, Ottawa Arts Review, Paris/Atlantic, Poetry Scotland, Spillway, Taj Mahal Review and Two Thirds North. Poetry submissions welcome at yuans@shaw.ca.

Changming Yuan, 4-time Pushcart nominee and author of Allen Qing Yuan, grew up in rural China and published several monographs before moving to Canada. With a PhD in English, Changming works as a private tutor in Vancouver, where he edits and publishes Poetry Pacific. Changming’s poetry appears in 669 literary journals/anthologies across 25 countries, including Asia Literary Review, Barrow Street, Best Canadian Poetry, BestNewPoemsOnline, Exquisite Corpse, Istanbul Literary Review, LiNQ, London Magazine, Paris/Atlantic, Poetry Kanto, Salzburg Review, SAND, Taj Mahal Review, Threepenny Review and Two Thirds North.Poetry submissions welcome at yuans@shaw.ca.

 

Interview:

1) What first inspired you to write poetry?

Allen: I think the art of poetry itself inspired me to start writing poetry. I love expressing myself with diverse language and form; poetry is very accepting and has no limitations. Whenever I walk home from school, I would notice little things here and there; for example, I always seemed to miss the traffic light. Based on this observation, I wrote my first poem “Traffic Light” which surprisingly was well-received. From then on, I would write poems in my spare time about my personal struggles and everyday life. I like being able to connect with other people through my words and ideas.

Changming: On the evening of 6 August 2004, during our first family trip to Banff as tourists, I was climbing the mountain behind our hotel all by myself, since my wife and two sons all had refused to go together with me. Reflecting on my totally marginalized existence, and recalling all kinds of hardships I had been suffering, I became choked with sadness and could not help bursting into tears. To release this emotional tension, I tried to sing at the top of my voice those old songs I used to sing when I was forced to labor on a forest farm during the Chinese Cultural Revolution in the mid-1970s. At the same time, I felt the urge to write something. At 8:35 pm, I finished scribbling my seed poem ‘The Lonely Climber’ in English on a piece of paper found on the mountain. Since that rainy moment, I have written more than 1,000 poems, and luckily had almost 800 of them published worldwide.

 

2) What made you step up to begin working on Poetry Pacific?

Allen: After much discussion with my partner, we decided to start up Poetry Pacific because we believed we had editorial insight and the experience to run a magazine that published good content.

Changming: I meant to establish a literary outlet at a later time when I could not write much poetry any more, but to enrich and deepen Allen’s poetry experience before going to university, we discussed the feasibility and almost impulsively started the publishing enterprise on the Remembrance Day last year.

 

3) What style of poetry do you prefer receiving for Poetry Pacific?

Allen: I’m very open-minded content-wise, but I like to keep things appropriate for all ages; I do have a preference for short but sweet poems though.

Changming: As Allen has just said, we are open to all kinds of poetry in terms of content, form or style, though personally I prefer free verse or, to be more exact, short and truly lyric poetry.

 

4) What can a submitter do to get on your good side (besides submitting awesome poetry)?

Allen: Promotion is always helpful for our e.zine, but I wouldn’t judge someone’s poetry any differently, even if the submitter is disrespectful. Talent and skill should be recognized. I don’t like suck-ups and I’m sure people go through enough hassle perfecting their work.

Changming: We would greatly appreciate it if the submitter tries to help spread the word about Poetry Pacific within his or her social network.

 

5) What are your goals for Poetry Pacific?

Allen: I don’t really have a detailed plan for Poetry Pacific, but I certainly hope it will become an elite magazine that is recognized for both refined taste and excellent quality. I love the idea of one day seeing a well-read person at the coffee shop reading our poetry online or in print. Hopefully PP is still around a century from now as a part of our heritage.

Changming: Some of our goals for Poetry Pacific include turning it into a major poetry platform to promote poetic exchanges between English and Chinese, since these are the world’s two most widely used languages. For instance, we can divide our magazine into two language parts, or set up a separate Chinese counterpart to introduce first-rate English poetry or poets to Chinese readers and vice versa. Also, we hope to build Poetry Pacific into a highly influential poetry forum, dealing with every important topic about the writing, editing, publishing and reading of poetry.

 

6) Will Poetry Pacific ever enter chapbook publishing in the future?

Allen: I’m sure we would love to do anything that we can be successful in. There is no better thrill than being adventurous.

Changming: The same here; we certainly would like to do that and even book publishing, but we have no specific plans for the moment.

 

7) Do you intend to enter print publishing at any times?

Allen: Of course. Although print magazines may seem to be dying, there is no other way to scream ‘quality’ in literature. Like website content, printed material can be designed in so many ways; it will really add flavour to the reading experience.

Changming: Yes, we will embark on print publishing as soon as we are technically ready.

 

8) Do you have any rituals that you do when starting/writing/finishing a poem?

Allen: For writing poems, I don’t really have a specific ritual, but I usually scribble on paper first instead of directly typing it. You feel more connected to the piece in front of you, unlike the way when you are working on the computer. After I type it up, I edit it a few days later just to refresh my editorial judgement. I refine it and change parts until I feel satisfied. Listening to a variety of songs before I edit helps too for some reason. That might just be like a placebo or something.

Changming: Not really ‘rituals’ in my case either, but rather I would call them habits. I draw all my inspirations from my reading, observing and meditating experiences, often conceiving poems while trying to sleep at night – as a result, I have been suffering badly from insomnia. It usually takes me about 3 to 15 minutes to finish scribbling a piece on a pad. For the past 5 years or so, I have been writing about 20 poems on a monthly basis; typically, i would refine or polish them at least 3 times on the computer before adding them up to my ‘workbook’ for future submissions. Every month, I would make a couple of hundred submissions, and get about 20 acceptances. For me, writing is the most enjoyable part, while submitting the most hateful and boring thing to do, an evil necessity, to use a cliche.

 

9) Among thousands of literary outlets, Poetry Pacific is a unique two-man two-generation operation, and certainly shows good teamwork. How do you collaborate, and what are the challenges you are facing at this stage?

Allen: I am not really that good with computers, but Changming is even lousier with them, so one of my main duties is to provide the basic technical support. Also, I screen poetry submissions and select what I find publishable before discussing my choices with Changming. Whenever we have a dispute, we would negotiate and try to find a solution for the real long-term benefit of our ezine. For instance, I proposed to follow the blind policy to ensure the high quality of the work accepted.

Changming: You are right; we are a unique team in at least two ways. For one thing, we are, to my best knowledge, probably the only actively publishing father-son poetry team across the contemporary English speaking world.  More notable perhaps, both of us work with English as our second language: while Allen had to see a language therapist because he had difficulty learning English when he was little, I did not begin to learn the English alphabet until I was almost 20 year of age in China. Because my teachers and classmates often made fun of my village accent, I have never felt comfortable when speaking English, though I prefer to write in this foreign language.

As for our teamwork, Allen is extremely busy with his studies and various extracurricular pursuits, so it is my main responsibility to communicate with submitters, trying to promote our magazine and enlarge our literary network. The two biggest challenges we have now are technical deficiency and lack of submissions. Because my health condition prevents me from working long with computers, nor do I have enough online know-hows, we cannot operate or  develop our site in the way we would like to; naturally, as a fledgling magazine,  we have had relatively very limited submissions to select work from, but once we find a good volunteer web-developer, we can improve the situation fast and substantially.

 

 

10) Last but not least, you two are an interesting father-son team; what can you share with us about this, which you two must feel very proud of?

Allen: I never expected to write or publish poetry, let alone begin to do so at the  age of 15, but ever since 2005, every time my father receives a contributor’s copy, he would show or ask me to read his work, no matter whether I like it or not. In 2010, I became interested in poetry and, under his strong encouragement, tried to write some of my own. During the Christmas time of that year, he gave me a list of literary magazines and suggested me making submissions to them. On January 10, I got my very first acceptance while visiting my grandparents in Jingzhou, China.

Changming: Thanks for the nice term, which Editor Jayne Jaudon Ferrer of Your Daily Poem used once as well. There are two things I want to mention. One is that I believe poetry runs in the blood of the Yuans. When he was young, my father Yuan Hongqi wanted to be a poet and even had a secret pen name for himself, but sadly he was never able to publish any poems in his lifetime. Before going to  Shanghai Jiaotong University, I dreamed about becoming a poet; however, I never even had the honor of getting a rejection slip after making dozens of poetry submissions. Now I feel more than delighted that not only have Allen and I  become both widely published worldwide, but my elder son George Lai Yuan is also beginning to write and publish poetry. This comforting fact reminds me of the famous Yuan Brothers, the three literary giants of the Ming Dynasty from Gong-an, the same small county I happened to grew up in. I am not sure how close or how far we three petty Yuans are related to those three great Yuans in terms of family trees, but needless to say, this is a happy coincidence. Also, I am glad to say that Allen and I often appear in the same issue of the same magazine. Sometimes I even get work accepted because of him; for instance, after Editor Susan Terris of Spillway accepted Allen for issue 18, she asked me to make a submission and eventually chose one piece from it. Quite ironically, Allen never gets anything accepted because of me, but such is exactly what we prefer; the reason is simple: as his father/mentor, it is highly important for me to help develop Allen’s self-confidence by exploring his natural poetic talent.

“Gatsby’s Abandoned Children” & “Where I Found God”

Hi guys,

It’s Jeremiah here, editor of Nostrovia! Poetry.

I have a new blog that I’m running now called “Gatsby’s Abandoned Children”.  This one is a personal blog where I will share my poetry, publications, and thoughts on poetry in general.

I’ll also be sharing tidbits on Nostrovia! Poetry, and tips for gaining publication in the press.

You can follow the blog here.

 

Now, here’s a poem to celebrate;

 

Where I Found God

I found God in horizon by the tracks

He was drunk, bottle of whiskey in his hand singing lullabies, gun in his lap.

Grim as Job, he was crying

I heard the prayers he put on vibrate causing earthquakes in his pocket

He gave me a shot

it was warm.

“Woman With Glocks”, a poem

Women With Glocks
by Giuseppi Martino Buonaiuto

This tough front,
This altogether unlikeable first impression,
This mean, crude obnoxious scumbag,
This despicable misogynist,
This cynical misanthropic madman,
“Wassup wit dat?”
Enquiring fans of poetry want to know.
Simply stated, it’s my oldest modus operandi,
Self-protective, learned street behavior;
My don’t-fuck-with–me first line of defense.
Surely some form of survival mechanism;
Meant in the narrow psychological sense.
Evidence of mental health or illness,
My cloaking device and shield,
Gift from Jove, my goombah father.
Dad: a powerful force in any child’s universe—
Be the patriarch dead, absent, retired on the job,
Out of the picture, just plain missing–or insane,
The latter, something you may not want to know about your gene pool.

So I’m really just a pussy.
Forgive the expression, Germaine Greer.
A pussycat and big old teddy bear,
Mr. Sensitivity:
Wiping a warm washcloth between your legs.
Across puffed & pouted lips, gently.
After shooting a load of cum into you.
On your face: Spumante!

No, strike that last part.Let’s start again.
I am a kind soul, a precious man.
The sort who likes animals;
Puppies, especially, and kittens too.
Savoring sunsets and flowers,
I serve you sweet gelato & Asti.
Sometimes I’ll spumante you with original love poetry.
My Muse: your gorgeous body delights me,
Your brilliant mind & noble spirit inspires.
Each night of the week I surprise you,
Prepare for you an exquisite home-cooked gourmet meal.
Served with your favorite Pinot Noir,
Brought to your elegant, candlelit dining room table,
By yours truly, wearing only a scarlet bow tie

And black silk jockstrap.
(Starting to get into this, Maureen Dowd?)
Later I’ll run you a relaxing bath,
So you’ll have something to do,
While I wash the dishes, scrub the pots,
Do a load of whites, clean your bidet,
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By then, you are ready for your nightly spa treatment,
A 15-minute, deep tissue massage,
Followed by a hot oil treatment.
Next up is 30 nonstop delirious minutes,
Me, going down on you,
Without seeking any sexual gratification for myself.
In the morning I’ll make macadamia nut pancakes, your favorite,
And brew you a fabulous cup of coffee,
From freshly ground beans,
Very rare beans salvaged from Karen Blixen’s last crop,
Before the fire completely destroyed her plantation in Kenya.You can go shopping from dawn to dusk with Ruth Madoff,

While I go out and lose my soul,
Selling Dominican Republic timeshares all day and all night . . .
(Cue West Indies Calypso: “All Day, All Night, Mary Ann!”) Calypso – Harry Belafonte Songs, Reviews, Credits, Awards http://www.allmusic.com/album/calypso.1956.
I’ll still find the time to open up for you a line of credit,
At your favorite nail salon.
I’ll pay for weekly bikini waxes, hair and Botox treatments,
And the odd cosmetic surgery you may require.
I’ll pay your cell phone bill; I’ll pay off your college loans.
I’ll send money to your extended family in the Ukraine.
Yeah, that’s the kind of guy I am.
Your life with me will be every woman’s dream.

And, if you believe that,
You soulless Ukrainian cunt,
Then monkeys will fly out of my Wayne’s World butt,
You stupid capital C for cock sucking,
Capital B for Bitch.
THIS JUST IN:
Arms and the Woman,”
An article in Time Magazine, conveys a statistic:
Some 20 million women in the U.S. own guns.
As the NRA instructs:

Guns don’t kill people.
Women with Glocks kill people.

Bukowski Mornings & Retirement Poem are two more poems by Giuseppi Martino Buonaiuto that Nostrovia! Poetry has published 

Death of NH’s Poet Laureate

New Hampshire poet laureate Walter Butts died this year on Easter.  This man was from Manchester, NH, a poetic community I’d like to consider myself very much a part of.
At Slam Free or Die, poems were read in remembrance of Walter.  His poems are well written, open hearted, and touching.  People talked of him fondly.  He clearly had a powerful influence over much of the poet’s in the Manchester community.  He was a Fatherly figure.   Former New Hampshire poet laureate Marie Harris said. “Poetry was his life, and he was just very brave in continuing on with it even though he was very ill.”

Butts, 68, died of cancer.

He began serving as New Hampshire’s Poet Laureate in 2009, and was supposed to continue until 2014.  He taught at Hesser College’s Manchester campus, and at a low residency Bachelor of Fine Arts program at Goddard College in Plainfield, Vermont.

Here’s how you can help:

Even with extensive medical bills, the family of Walter refuses donations.  Rather, they set up a fundraising campaign for future New Hampshire Poet Laureates to aid them in traveling the state and promoting poetry as a whole.  If you want to donate to this fundraiser, you can send checks made out to Poetry Society of New Hampshire and mailed to Gordon Lang, 170 Browns Ridge Road, Ossipee, NH  03864.  Include a memo in the letter that indicates “Walter Butts”, “memorial fund”, or “Poet Laureate acct”.  

Thank you for being willing to help.

Now, here’s a poem by Walter;

The Lake

by Walter Butts

I don’t know how Father managed
that summer I was five,
on his factory pay,
to bring us to the glistening lake
and white clapboard cottage
for a week, its small rooms
filled with early July light,
and what seemed to me a thousand birds
singing through the open windows,
past the waving flowered curtains.

Perhaps he borrowed the money
from my uncle, who would
be dead a few years later,
at fifty-four, the only time
I ever saw my father weep.
But we were happy those days,
my parents and I,
by that lake called “Silver,”
and in its bright water
that returned us,
redeemed and shivering,
back to our currency of air.

Each afternoon, I walked
along the shoreline,
gathering shells and stones
from where the wet sand
touched a mysterious silence
that somehow
echoed through me,
even on that final morning
of clouds and rain,
when we left for home.

 

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