Monday, June 20, 2011

A Poetic Review: Crumpled Paper Dolls

Dancing with the dolls, their bent cardboard feet
Painted on red Mary Janes, dirty socks
and their peeling faces worn at the lips.
His pen sustains these, the filthy mind
Brings the broken promises to light
In a tome written by a classic heart
Shattered by lost hope, disease lurking
With jagged fingers clinging
To a suicide note written on news clippings
About 9/11, to a bottle of pills
Swallowed religiously to fight off demon lovers
Who haunt his past mercilessly.

I remain intrigued by the music.
Her jaded swaying repels me back to my cocoon,
While his fatal breath warms my neck.
Cautiously, I step forward
and open my legs to dance one more time.



Crumpled Paper Dolls: A New Orleans Poet is quite possibly the best thing to happen to poetry since Ariel. Not since Sylvia Plath or Anne Sexton has a poet reached in and ripped out one's insides so lovingly. Do not go another day without this book in your collection.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Still procrastinating...also a new project

I am still working towards shooting my first official YouTube video, just haven't had the time to work out a decent script for what I want to say. It is coming soon though...be patient.

As for the new project, this deserves a backstory. On June 3rd, one of my closest friends passed away while she was visiting me at my apartment. Traci was 31 years old. We had just gotten back in touch after 2 years of not speaking. We met seven years ago shortly after I moved back to Newport from Salem. We spent a lot of good times together and shared a love of poetry. One of the things I "inherited" from Traci was her writing binder, which contains six poems. I had two or three more that I had saved on my computer from years ago, and another one that a friend of hers sent me after her passing, which totals only ten poems so far. I want to try and collect as much of her poems as I can, but I am going to have to rely on other people to wrangle the material for me. I'm hoping more can be salvaged. Once I have gathered everything together, I will have it published.

Today I started the editing process of the material that I have so far. I copied her poems by hand, making only spelling corrections and shaping her verses a little bit. Otherwise they are just as she wrote them. Next, I will transfer them to a Word document and then wait for more poems to surface. I am hoping that they will.