Haibun-ish for a birthday

A haibun is usually prose plus haiku. This is prose plus sevenling. Call it what you like. Today is my birthday so I do what I like.
Plus I’ll plug my chapbooks too. WP chose the layout.

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It was so long ago and I don’t remember it, and those who would are no longer of this world. Yet still the day rolls around as the earth turns and the sun dims and the hours in this dark December are always shorter than a summer’s day. A birth nonetheless occurred, and if I pull in the thread it might bring me back, but I know I will always stop short of the place where I began, will not peer behind, along the untrod path of before, will not disturb the million ghosts in their slumber.

Already the dark
is here and the day barely begun;
the sun has set in torrents.

Which way the night?
Does is pass by the dawn
or the moonpath?

Ask me tomorrow; perhaps then I will know.

birds and other feathers

A manifesto is one of the opening poems of my new poetry collection birds and other feathers. A teaser, taster. Remember, despite the Covid, there will still be Christmas stockings to fill.

A manifesto

From sprouting acorns to the windswept sky,
from quick vole-scurry to kestrel’s soar,
song thrush trilling and soft owl fluting,
this piece of land that I call my own
thrives and thrusts through stalk and bone.

This piece of ordinary soil,
of no rare beauty, fruit of toil
of generations, long gone into the dark,
is in my keeping now,

and how
I lend my weight to the great wheel,
guide the green boat with rooted keel,
is to let all things live here,
without fear.

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birds and other feathers

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I had hoped to receive and approve the proof by the 27th (husband’s birthday) but the print version was finally out of review and up on Amazon today.

birds and other feathers is as you’d expect, mainly about birds, so if you’re looking for poetry to fly away with, this might be the collection you’ve been waiting for.

Here are some of the main Amazon links. Australia seems to no longer be in the list of marketplaces. No idea why. I’ll look into it.

Australia’s up now, kindle at least, so we’re getting there.

Amazon.co.uk
Amazon.com
Amazon.ca
Amazon.de
Amazon.au

Progress report

I have a few success stories to crow about, so I’ll let them all go here.

First, I’m proud to have three poems in the anthology As the World Burns published by Indie Blue. I get a special thrill that my third entry is the poem that closes the collection. Yes, my desk is a mess but I can’t tidy it because of the ladybirds hibernating on it.

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Second reason to be cheerful, a haibun of mine is one of the Ekphrastic Review’s five nominations for the Sonder Press’s Best Small Fictions anthology!

Third—my second collection of poems, birds and other feathers will be available in kindle version from November 27th (husband’s birthday) but the print version will have to wait until I’ve seen a proof copy, and that is in the hands of the postal service.

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And last, but not least, I have finished another novel! I know, I do this often and nothing happens. One day though, I hope to be able to say, and somebody has picked it up.

The charts

I had a look this morning to see if my new baby booklet was registering in the amazon sales rankings yet. The first few days after a launch are when the figures look the best so I want to make sure I get every drop and crumb of glowing fuzzy satisfaction out of them.

The figures are coming in, in a surprising way too. On the .co.uk site the paperback is sitting at 791 in #poetry which is gratifying and quite enough to make me feel proud of myself. Amazon has decided to stick the kindle version in the #love poetry category where it’s at a very respectable (and totally unexpected) 67, but to see my little book of what are essentially nature poems (water and all that) sitting at 152 in #erotic poetry made me laugh!

If you haven’t ordered a copy yet, don’t worry. There are a few left, just don’t expect Anaïs Nin. Links are on this blog post which is a hypocritical way of saying, I’m too modest to push it, but go on anyway.

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Chapbook

Well, I didn’t think I’d be doing this again, but I am. The cycle of submit a manuscript, wait for a rejection, accept that I’m not even going to get a rejection, submit another manuscript, wait for a rejection and so on ad infinitum is soul-destroying. I am still doing it for novels, but I’m not such a glutton for punishment that I’m going to take the same road for poetry.

I do have a lot of poems though and I’d like to do something with them, so I have decided to put them into themed chapbook collections and self-publish. The decision was made in the middle of last week; I chose a first handful, revised them, arranged them into a sensible-looking format, made a cover and uploaded them to kdp. I didn’t want a kindle version necessarily, but you seem to need one before you can make a print version.

I’ve held off the release date until October 27, my mother’s birthday, a good day, I think, and it will give me time to have received and checked the proofs of the print version, so it can be published asap after the kindle version goes live. That means it’s already on amazon for pre-order. The result doesn’t look professional, cover’s a bit hit or miss, but if I spend any time fiddling with it, I’ll be permanently dissatisfied.

So, I’d like to thank all the bloggers who have encouraged me to just do it, and to believe that it’s a good idea. This is the cover of the first chapbook. I’ll post a reminder when the kindle version goes live, and when the print version is available.

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Eat the Storms

The post is incredibly slow still, but it finally arrived. Yes, that is a bar of soap behind the gingerbread houses. It was a present, it’s mimosa and I like the scent.

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I knew I was going to enjoy this collection; isn’t as if Damien is a complete unknown, but I was surprised at how much. I was surprised at how much colour there is in the images, and how Oracle-like (we know what I mean) they are. Colour runs in rivers through these poems that are quiet, understated and so perfectly precise.
The dominant colour is purple, the shade of blue that hangs between sea, sky, night and day. It’s the colour of twilight when all things merge. There are several worlds merging in Damien’s poetry, the place he left and returned to, the place he made his home for years and left with only a twinge of regret, the changing light of the passing day and the seasons.
The images that stand out for me are petals and honey pouring like water, and the ceaseless movement like the waves of the sea. I couldn’t say which poem is my favourite, but the one that I am thinking of now isn’t a purple poem, it’s a green one, Grazing Greens, perhaps because I am so pleased that Damien has made it back without disappointment, something that is so hard to do. Green is, after all, the colour of hope.

 

Promote Yourself: Just Patty

Today I am pleased to offer a blog spot to another poet—Patty. Just Patty. Once again I am amazed by the sensitivity of so many Dutch speakers to the English language. It must be something in the water. Here is Patty to introduce herself.

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My name is Patty van Delft, born and raised in Holland. I write poetry under the name ‘Just Patty’.

Why the name ‘Just Patty’?

Because writing poetry is a naked reflection of the heart and soul, nothing more and nothing less. It’s Just Me without decorations.

I started writing poetry after my big brother died when I was 14 to find a way to express my feelings. I have always being attracted to the more darker forms of poetry, I adore Edgar Allan Poe. Maybe because dark poetry seems to be more raw.

‘Poetry is a way of showing your darkest thoughts and deepest feelings through the art of words. Listen to the music of your soul and let your pen dance on the rhythm.’

Poetry book My Wings

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This collection contains 111 poems divided into two parts: My Dark Wings & My Light Wings, showing my two sides.

Part 1: My Dark Wings is a collection of dark poetry describing some very recognizable emotions like: grief, melancholy, depression, but also the strength and courage to battle on no matter what.

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Part 2: My Light Wings is a collection of light poetry containing motivation, love, support and the will to enjoy life.

But you…

This poetry book is illustrated with black & white photographic artwork made by the author.

Links:

My blog: http://www.petitemagique.wordpress.com

Create Space: https://www.createspace.com/4681602

Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/My-Wings-Patty-van-Delft/dp/1496019377

Amazon.co.uk: http://www.amazon.co.uk/My-Wings-Patty-van-Delft/dp/1496019377/

My poetry:

Can I?

Can I just hold you one more time?

Tell you how much I love you

Just one more week…

One more week will do

Can I?

Can I just hug you one more time?

Show you how much I care

Just one more day…

One more day to share

Can I?

Can I just talk to you one more time?

Until the sunset

Just one more hour…

One more hour to never forget

Can I?

Can I just kiss you one more time?

Hold you so very close

Just one more minute…

One more minute without sorrows

Can I?

Can I just look at you one more time?

To make sure that you are alright

Just one more second…

One more second to say goodnight

Oh please, can I?

Can I at least say goodbye?

You

You

Scratched your name

Across my heart

So deep and sudden

Irreversible

And now

Even when you leave

Or don’t love me anymore

The scar

Will stay there

Across my heart

Forever