Whiskey Poetry

My book of poetry is coming along very well. You can read more about it here. I recently received feedback from most of my readers, and have been editing poems and getting them ready for publication.

But that is only half of the job.

The other half is a little more difficult, and involves naming the book of poetry and organizing it. I was finding this particularly challenging. For me, naming something is a process that helps me to figure out the soul of the thing. When naming, I define whatever it is in a way that allows me to hold the sum of it in my head. The organization of the book of poetry had stalled because I hadn’t named it and therefore couldn’t fully understand what it wanted it to be.

Sure, I could have simply listed the poems from A to Z alphabetically by title, but that would lack personality and emotion. It would be less a book of poetry and more a listing of poetry. That isn’t what I am going for. So I have been hunting for a name ever since I began this project.

The other day, I was writing a caption for a photo I was posting on social media, and when I was typing “Ten years ago…” I accidentally wrote it as “Ten tears ago…” and the emotion of that statement really struck a chord. It burrowed into my mind and the rest of the day I pondered permutations of that theme. Eventually, come evening, I had teased out something related to a concept that has long been in my head: Graham Greene wrote a novel named The Power and the Glory. It is about a Catholic priest on the run from a government enforcer. The Mexican government has outlawed the practice of the Catholic religion, and this priest, intent on fulfilling his religious duties, is trying to stay a step ahead of the law. The hitch? The priest is a drunk. Because of this, Greene calls his priest a “whiskey priest” to which he adds the idea of a broken, imperfect practitioner of his profession. That idea has stayed with me ever since I read The Power and the Glory and it even made it into three of my poems, to be included in this collection.

So powerful is this theme with me that while I was thinking about it, I realized that my collection of poems could be nothing else but the writings of a “whiskey poet”. I am an imperfect writer, who nonetheless loves poetry and refuses to put down my pen and stop writing, no matter what. The emotion and feeling involved in writing is undeniable and I cannot nullify the effect it has on my life and psyche.

I introduce: The Whiskey Poetry, A Collection, coming early 2022.

Now that I have a title, a theme, and an emotion to build off of, I have begun to have all sorts of ideas about the structure and the organization of the collection. Already I know how, and more importantly, why I want to order my poems as I do. I still haven’t figured everything out, but I have a starting point. I can make progress and build forward momentum from there. I am very excited about what this will become.

For now, though, I have more work to do!

Division of Labor

I am working on a compilation book of poetry. To date, I have written over 150 poems. Of those, I selected nearly 80 for inclusion in my book. After a few rounds of edits, I am at or around 73. I then divided those 73 into 4 sections of about 15 to 20.

My next steps are to make sure that each section is cohesive, that the poems in each section belong with each other, and that each individual poem is as strong as it can be.

To that end, I put a call out on Facebook, to my friends and friends of friends, to see if anyone would be willing to proofread a section of poems. I got five interested readers, so I gave one the entire book, and each of the rest a section. I have received feedback so far on two of the sections, and what I received has been overwhelmingly helpful. Once I receive all the notes from my readers, I will sit down and go back through each poem. Utilizing the notes, I will evaluate each poem in light of the section, the book, and its own efficacy.

It has been supremely helpful to solicit readers. I have already learned things that I didn’t know about how my poetry is received, what is confusing, what is great, and what really works. In my case, some of the poems I had written had never been read or disseminated so it was very helpful to get other eyeballs on my work.

Poetry, both the reading and writing, is a very subjective and personal experience. That is both what is fantastic, and dismal, about the art of wordcraft. Therefore, the final decisions on line edits, poem placement, and even inclusion in the overall book must be mine, but I can be guided by my readers to inform each decision.

Thus far, several things are clear. First, my poems are, generally, pretty good. There is a lot of hedging in that sentence, because I have a hard time accepting praise and recognizing my own merit. To a certain degree, most people have that problem. Second, I organized well on a first pass. I have not had many notes about switching poem order, so that means less work to do going forward. Third, while well written, not all poems are clear, or at least, how what I am doing in each poem serves the whole. I have debated for a while whether or not I should add annotations, and while not every poem needs it, I think a few certainly do. Some explanatory writing may be in order. Fourth, my biggest job will be standardization of the little things, like punctuation and capitalization, except where altered for effect or emphasis.

My end goal is to produce three versions of my book, one for the iBook store, one for Kindle, and one for on-demand in-real-life publication by the end of 2021. It will be tight getting there, but I think I can make it. The hardest job there will be getting the technical formatting and everything correct so that it reads like it is supposed to. Already I feel a little overwhelmed, but that is ok: one thing at a time, right?

A shoutout and huge “thank you!” to my five readers. Their work is a tremendous benefit to me, and my book will be better for it. I will give them all a a credit in the book, of course, but they have earned my eternal gratitude.

a poem

Solstice

Today’s poem is a focus on duality, inspired by the word solstice. Enjoy.

My soul is halfway in shadow,
and halfway in light.
Standing between night and day,
depending on how I turn,
I can see no end of either.

I behold an enduring brightness,
or I perceive a far darkness.
Either I squint against sunlight,
or I struggle to glimpse in black.

One is not good, the other bad – 
(avoid that trap of understanding) –
They are both as themselves pure.

The long and the short of it is simple:
allow both to orbit as I stand,

preserving the eternal solstice.

Diaspora

I feel more hopeful today, like a corner has been turned. The word of the day is diaspora and I’ve applied that idea personally. I hope you enjoy.

Time to gather my wayward-
thoughts? feelings? emotions?
However I call them, they must answer.
I need the diaspora to end.
I need myself, once scattered,
to be one and whole
for the rest of my days.

Too long I’ve been flung
wide and far on the surface
of many troubled waters.
Time to aim the flotilla home,
time to guide the armada to harbor.
Then I can scuttle the fleet,
and sail no more away from home.

The homeland lies empty, waiting.
I long to return with unity at last!

A Crazy Villanelle

Today’s poem is a villanelle, in which the first and third lines of the first stanza are repeated throughout. It is inspired by the word crazy and I think the poem’s form enhances that idea a little bit.

A note: despite me playing here, I do not think mental illness is a joke. It is real and serious. I suffer from depression and social anxiety myself, and I know others who do as well. Let’s all help one another and do our best to understand the invisible illnesses. Thank you.

Today is a great day for crazy!
Once in a while, I need a break.
My mind just seems to be a bit hazy.

This morning I picked a yellow daisy,
put it in the dough, baked a chocolate cake-
today is a great day for crazy!

Got a little dirty, danced like Swayze-
No music? Guess the band’s a flake?
My mind just seems to be a bit hazy.

Look, I lay around, but I’m not lazy-
Waiter! Need a drink and a rare steak!
Today is a great day for crazy!

I’ve had all the tests from “A” to “Z”,
maybe my doc is the big fat fake?
My mind just seems to be a bit hazy.

Anyway, can’t keep dropping rhymes like JayZ,
perhaps I’ll go jump in the lake.
Today is a great day for crazy,
my mind just seems to be a bit hazy.

Ethereal

Today’s word is ethereal. Inspired by two film quotes: “catch a cloud and pin it down” and “a thing isn’t beautiful because it lasts”. Enjoy.

Can’t catch a beam of light
Anymore than rainbows will be trapped.
Clouds always evade grasping;
Air once breathed in is out again.
It’s all so
ethereal.
That’s what makes it
beautiful.

A thing isn’t valuable set on shelves
and dusted dusted dusted.
Value is like laughter
Set loose on the world and enjoyed.
Smile, and laugh, and breathe-
Soak up the world!
Today won’t be here long,
In fact, it’s already half-past.

Petrichor

Today’s word is petrichor, and it is one of my favorite smells: that of a fresh earth after the rain. Enjoy.

Looking out my window, I see:
a tree shakes in the building breeze;
a bluebird sings in exuberance;
a squirrel jumps from branch to branch.

Above, the sky begins to darken:
rain is gathering in the clouds.
I think I should have cut the grass,
it might be too long, now too late.

When the water falls, I’ll watch
as it beats against the panes
washing all clean, leaving in its wake
a fresh petrichor, and world renewed.

This is my favorite experience of spring:
the growth, and frequent baptisms;
the green, and sudden blooms.
I can’t wait for the afternoon’s showers!

Steadfast

Today’s poem is based on the word steadfast. I could only think of one thing to write about. Enjoy!

It’s Frodo marching towards Doom;
It’s Sam lifting him up.
Mordor with poisonous fumes,
Ash, mist, smoke and terror.

They could have turned back,
They could have saved themselves.
The Mountain of Flame would have conquered all,
Ash, mist, smoke and terror.

And yet, Frodo wouldn’t stop,
And yet, Sam wouldn’t leave,
Though Gorgoroth stretched on
Ash, mist, smoke and terror.

At last, when Baggins won the day,
At last, when Gamgee showed his worth-
Small hearts, stalwart, steadfast and true-
Ash, mist, smoke and terror…

….could no longer hold sway
O’re the Cracks of Doom
And Orodruin crumbled to dust!
Love, loyalty, courage and peace!

Frodo the Valiant, Samwise the Brave,
Both stood unconquerable and free.
Middle-Earth was saved-
Love, loyalty, courage and peace!

Upon A Cloud

Today’s poem from quarantine is suggested by the word pondering. Next in a series of poems suggested by words gathered from my friends and family.

“Upon A Cloud”

Lumbering. Perhaps: Burdensome.
That’s what it feels like right now.
It should be light, I guess. Even: whimsical,
made for summer days:
sweet breezes and birds chirping.
But this feels as delicate as…
…as the thunder of elephants.
Perhaps that comes from the word itself:
PONDERING. Sounds like PONDEROUS.
Maybe I’m letting too much me in.
I need to breathe out, let the spring wind
cleanse the baffles, excise the PONDERATION
like so much exhalation.

That’s better.

What? That cloud there?

Looks like an elephant to me.

Ponder too long and now it’s a dog.

Oh? Me?

I’m just pondering the nature of a cloud
and letting all else be.