I’d forgotten about this poetic triptych of sevenlings I’d written back in early June. It has a specific layout that’s not html friendly, hence the image that you can enlarge with a click. The image is from the painting Marine by Salomon van Ruysdael, actual brigantines not pictured anywhere therein. The full text sans image is below….
Author: EAB
EAB writes all manner of things.
Nine Days from Now
A syllabic poem: nine and nine and nine and, on occasion, two. ♥ EAB Nine Days from Now He’s you with a cubist hand applied to your features, someone I’d only notice because of the split nature of this unintended moment. I’d expected to greet your laughter at the boundaries of my right side, but I…
I am Kickstarter Funded. Thank you!
There’s a perfect word somewhere for what I’m feeling, but it keeps getting pushed out of my head. I’ll give a crack at describing it: I’m overwhelmed and overjoyed and astonished and astounded and floored and totally, completely overcome with gratitude. So many incredible people have been unbelievably generous over the last four weeks. Their…
Part II: May (82nd & 5th)
When I drafted and posted “May (82nd & 5th)” a few months ago, I’d wanted to illustrate part of what I had hoped to accomplish with the staggered syllabic count: the lines were meant to look ragged, so that when the poem was turned on its side, it’d resemble a skyline. I finally got around to…
Pas de deux
It’s National Poetry Day in the UK, the country that adopted me for three years. That means it’s time to post something. I haven’t won anything since I won a digital game watch from a Chips Ahoy! box back in the first grade, so I wrote this dodecasyllabic 22-line terza rima ditty back in July…
New Order
New Order it’s the pull in the gut, the lurching forward, and the limbs lift from sleep—and you were so sure they’d never wake again— nevermind, it’s here: everything you’ve ever wanted but nothing you were prepared for, smile and choose: left or right always is insincerity at its best, and never’s false promises are…
“Ana didn’t have her $#!% together.”
I wrote this one when I was in grad school and had embarked upon a rather nomadic pattern after a long period of stasis about eight or nine years ago. It’s got rotating rhyme and regular syllabic patterns. It came to mind today, so I decided to post it. ♥ EAB “Ana didn’t have her shit…
Kickstarter campaign has been launched!
The time has come for me to put the first book of my trilogy Ministers of Grace into the hands of readers, but to do that, I need your help. I’ve launched a Kickstarter campaign to raise funds to produce it in both print and electronic formats. The funding deadline is October 16 at 11:59…
There are no rules.
It always perplexes me that many writers feel the need to establish rules for writing. Some of them are useful, like those from Kurt Vonnegut and Neil Gaiman. Others are ridiculous, and you can identify your own personal bugbear from the more ludicrous ones compiled by The Guardian here and here. I find it amazing that purists…