we arecannibal ash left-behindsfading static on lost frequenciesdoppelgängers of used-to-bewe arehardscrabble nightsshattered shot glassesdried up shimmiescurdled bits of bloodwe areidle spit dried to salton steamy blacktopwithered illusionsscrewed up tattooswe arestruggling steel in a hot metal world It’s Open Link Night … Continue reading Me and Pearl
I’ve become interested in erasure poetry again. I’ve been looking through Pinterest for ideas and found some really good examples. As in the past, doing erasure, or blackout, poetry is a good exercise for me. It’s kind of like … Continue reading Clichés: An Erasure Poem
I’m excited to have three poems and three photographs in the new issue of Mojave Heart Review. The photos are of street art by Swoon (Caledonia Curry)that she installed here in New Orleans several years ago. I was inspired recently to write the poetry and put together the project after reading this interview. I’ve followed and admired Swoon’s art since seeing this street art and her Thalassa exhibit at New Orleans Museum of Art in 2011. Mojave Heart has done a beautiful presentation of the project with each poem and accompanying photo on its own page. I hope you’ll click over … Continue reading 3 Poems/Photos in Mojave Heart Review
“There is an awful lot of anger in the world … and … there is a real need to be creative with it rather than destructive. I think of violence as basically useless; it doesn’t solve anything. The more violence you create the more violence you have. So it really is an inconvenience. It’s like lying; if you lie, you’re constantly trying to remember what you lied about and how you lied. With violence, if you create it, you’re always trying to figure out why you did it or how to deal with the messiness of it or, later on, … Continue reading Inspiration Monday: Alice Walker
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and … Continue reading Inspiration Monday: Haruki Murakami
Charlotte Hamrick 