My recent book, Seedy Town Blues is available on Amazon.com
Some poems don't work. No amount of tweaking will fix it. You can't finger it until it comes.
Push the delete button and start over. You write because you have to. It's in your cells.
You're a salmon, swimming up stream to stay alive. You write because the nuthouse yawns, and beckons. It waits.
The cage door is open, and the water is tainted with mercury. Fly away, or die.
If the writing isn't working, go fishing, eat a tangerine or some brussel sprouts. Be livid Be silly. Study the vulva and the orchid.
Think about what the color black tastes like, or if pink whispers or yells. And write until the trivialities take flight from your life. In the surrendering, triumph will come.
It could be the most difficult decision, but accept that it didn't become a poem. There are words, sometimes put together in lines, but still, they aren't poem.
This is the power to start again; if neccessary, find in memory the ashes of words and, in rearranging them or understanding not to use them again, will be born what stays as a poem.
It could be the most difficult decision, but accept that it didn't become a poem. There are words, sometimes put together in lines, but still, they aren't poem.
This is the power to start again; if neccessary, find in memory the ashes of words and, in rearranging them or understanding not to use them again, will be born what stays as a poem.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..