Of Elsewhere
Today we circle around to Something Blue, a poem I wrote that is unlikely to be published elsewhere. Today’s poem is from my self-published poetry zine Of Elsewhere: An Exoskeleton, and it depicts a shift toward spring. It came out in a rush (albeit with a bit of fun fiddling) a few years ago, and it has no […]
Today I bring you the next poem in Of Elsewhere: An Exoskeleton. It doesn’t have a title, but it riffs on “gray, the nothing color” from Colorless last month. It depicts the state of mind at the edge between winter and spring; I envision it describing a cold, cloudy, but rainless day. The snow may have melted, […]
Today I’ll share something of mine that I doubt could get published elsewhere, this one because it’s already (self-)published in my chapbook Of Elsewhere: An Exoskeleton, which you can buy on Kindle here for $0.99 (I hope you can excuse the plug, which I will make every time I circle back to “something blue”; the advantage of the […]
Last things first: I am revising Evernost-the-novel (as opposed to Evernost-the-compilation-of-poetry-and-pictures, which will take much longer to mature). This is very exciting and somewhat exhausting. Sometimes to encourage myself along the way writing I’ll pick up a random or near-random book on writing. Today’s was John Gardner’s On Becoming a Novelist. I read his The Art of […]
I have a lot of balls in the air right now. Grad School Bug is almost but not quite dead, but I’ve written this 20-some page paper on Diana Wynne Jones that I want to try to edit and publish. Unfortunately, I can’t motivate myself to work on it anymore now that it’s preliminarily done. […]
A bit of research on haiku reveals that the strict 5-7-5 syllable pattern we learn in school is frowned upon, or, at the very least, unnecessary, in English (apparently, 5-7-5 sounds too long and wordy in English because Japanese syllables sound shorter than English syllables). In addition, I gather that haiku are supposed avoid figurative […]
The grad school bug is waning. This because I remembered viscerally rather than intellectually that Evernost needs all the time I can give it and then some (it is a long, potentially extremely long, poem with bits of prose that are almost prose poetry, and I want to illustrate it copiously, so….), and I want […]
Of Elsewhere 