Monday, December 28, 2015

Book for Sale!

I have a book to sell today
well actually its sells itself 

My Boss wrote every single word
And conjured up the plot 
Its twists and turns and miracles
And a few new schools of thought

The characters all relate
In a convoluted family tree
That stretches back so far in time
To the very first decree 

His ideas are quiet original 
From its very Genesis 
The characters are a journey themselves 
And even experience an Exodus


Its epochs hail from a distant time
Of giants, Kings, and battles
To teach you the true way to act 
Mixing its lesson and its Chronicles 

And now I’m looking for customers
To take this testament home 
To read it to their kids at night 
Till the pages get so worn out 
You need to be a prophet to read them

Generations of Song

Psalms composed of words
An excuse for the letters
Letters, an excuse for the lines and curves that build the celestial bridge
Teach me to do your will for you are my God 

A timeless symphony 
Transforming secrets into songs and melodies into miracles
Taking a magnifying glass to creases of my heart
Search me, God, and know my heart

Tears of sacrifice and salvation
Iron clad bonds that make a magnum opus
A lifelong companion
The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing

Memoirs of a king
Banished, betrayed, recovered, restored
Letters of a shepherd
reflecting, hoping, believing 
Create in me a pure heart, O God

Left to his progeny of nobles and men 
For eternal glory and comfort 
Simply pining to be 
I am a prayer 

Friday, December 11, 2015

Reflections on Lauren Haldeman’s Calendays

     Lauren Halendeman's poetry book, Calendays was an exposure to a kind of poetry I have never seen before. Haldeman’s style is experimental in form, technique, and content. Although Calendays contains many poems of various topics, the poems I enjoyed the most were those about pregnancy and motherhood. Children and their development are also of my favorite topics to write about. Haldeman unmistakably wrote from experience. The simplicity yet insightfulness with which she describes the speakers experiences with child-rearing is mind-blowing, for example, "Motherhood is zoology", and "If a baby turns a year, what does the parent turn?". It is almost as if the more simple her prose are, the more depth they have. I would love to acquire this skill, especially because I most enjoy writing narrative poems which always poses the challenge of "showing not telling" which Haldeman does so well. Although the other poems were pleasant, I went through the whole book anticipating the depth of those poems. After finishing the book, I wished I could have extracted all of the motherhood poems and put them in their own book. Reading the rest of the poems, I expected them to be anecdotes about the speakers child and their lives. Perhaps I did not completely comprehend the other poems but they did not seem to be related to the storyline of the mother and child. This confusion was compounded by the fact that the titles of most poems seemed to be dates, although when I tried to imagine the dates indicating when the events of the poem occurred, the book did not seem to be a cohesive story. 
     What immediately caught my eye was her almost obsessive use of enjambment. Sometimes the enjambment was obviously purposeful. For example, the poem 10/29 reads, 
     “This is the birth house: 
     we wait for your landing. Here is a
     mirror reflecting dogs the same dogs”
Not only does the text create anticipation, it is actually about anticipation. So, the reader expects the first two lines to follow with the birth of a child, or at least another significant development. Instead, the contrast is controlled by the line, “mirror reflecting dogs the same dogs” which is purposefully anticlimactic. Other times however, I was confused by the meaning of the enjambment. I have yet to understand the purpose of, 
     “at night the entire bed grunts with your
      hooves and maw warmth”. 
I do not see how making that all one line would have changed the meaning. I wonder if Haldeman used enjambment so much of only for its dramatic effect? Lines like these often confused me and did not allow me to enjoy the rest of the poem. As a poet I am very reluctant to use enjambment unless it absolutely creates an effect that cannot be achieved another way. Although I understand its potential, I would rather not take the risk of confusing a reader, even at the expense of some fancy footwork. Haldeman's experimentation however, did encourage me to take more risks as a poet, especially with enjambment and other line break techniques. 
     I appreciated the brilliance in how Haldeman was able to capture such precious moments with concrete words. She successfully turned intangible moments into accessible experiences. My favorite lines of the book are the ones that capture profound ideas about birth and life. The most thought provoking line in the book was hands down the opening line in the poem 10/29, “We don’t get older, we just get more detailed”. This line contains the philosophy and perspective of sages. Instead of giving aging its assumed negative connotation, Haldeman made it into a building process of quality. The more I think about it, the more I realize how true it is that as we go through life we collect experiences until the road map of our lives is essentially the same, just a lot more marked up. As a poet, I aspire to write about the delicate balance of philosophizing life’s great questions in as few words as possible, without sounding trite. Similarly, the poem 03/09 reads, “Hello visitor, entering this oxygen filled lake”. What a wonderful way to use the Earth’s physical properties to describe its spiritual reality. Calling a baby "the smaller human" opens up more doors of meaning rather than just writing "baby. These small but unique insights give Haldeman's poems her trademark stamp. 
     Haldeman’s experimentation with form was also surprising. The poem "Istvan" showcased a technique I was very surprised to see: almost the entire poem was in parenthesis. Her poem "Seventeen Powers of Visitation" is list of single sentences. The poem 06/17 is just one five line stanza! While some of these techniques were worth their weight in creativity, their unconventionality was distracting at times. Perhaps I have just not read enough poetry to appreciate them.  
     Lauren Haldeman is definitely a unique artist with hopefully more to work to follow. On one hand, Haldeman’s experimentation with creative forms is a little too out of the box for my voice as a writer. However, as a writer, I appreciate the delicate yet blunt way she captures the tenderest moments of life, and hope to emulate that. 

Thursday, December 10, 2015

The Messiah's Horn

I thought it was enough- that the time had come to redeemed
I thought the salty ocean had all but dried up and there were no more tears to cry

I thought I heard the sound of the Messiah’s horn...
But it was the the cracking of the flames at an auto de fe
I thought I heard the sound of the Messiah’s horn...
But it was the grumbling stomach of the starving man in the labor camp 
I thought I heard the sound of the Messiah’s horn...
But it was the piercing gunshot of a soldier deep in the woods
I thought I heard the sound of the Messiah’s horn...
But it was the hysterical sobs of the young widow
I thought I heard the sound of the Messiah’s horn...
But it was the cry of the child stricken with cancer 
I thought I heard the sound of the Messiah’s horn...
But it was the chattering teeth of the poor man left out in the cold
I thought I heard the sound of the Messiah’s horn...
But it was the rushing river of tears flowing from the lost boys eyes 
I thought I heard the sound of the Messiah’s horn...
But it was the sigh of the older single who feels all alone
I thought I heard the sound of the Messiah’s horn...
But it was the noise of culture overshadowing the music of my soul
I thought I heard the sound of the Messiah’s horn..
But it was the dark cloud of confusion billowing over my heart
I thought I heard the sound of the Messiah’s horn...

But it was my silence that was loudest of all
The silence that hid in the depths of my soul
The silence that waited to be heard

I thought I heard the sound of my own heart beating to the rhythm of existence
But it was the sound of the Messiah’s horn...

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Changing Perspectives

These glasses are the fixture of my face
I can take them off as a please
Your lenses seem to be stuck in their place
While I removed mine with ease 

I can take them off as a please
And change my perspective on life 
While I removed mine with ease 
Your limited views only cause strife 

And change my perspective on life 
As I try to reframe my mindset
Your limited views only cause strife 
You will lose out on a vaster view yet

As I try reframe my mindset
Your lenses seem to be stuck in their place
You will lose out on a vaster view yet
These glasses are the fixture of my face


Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Learning Curve

In first grade I learned about magnetic forces
that pull from the ends of the earth in an epic tug of war
so that no matter where you are
opposite poles attract.

In fourth grade I learned about family;
how two people come together and plant a seed in the roots of time 
to create a unit of shoots sprouting Heavenward. 

In eighth grade I learned about friendship;
the kind that pulls you to the right side of the playground 
where braces glisten like jewels 
and the most secretive of clubs are formed through the handshakes of a lifetime.

In eleventh grade I learned about God
whose master plan gets implemented
no matter what side of the bed I wake up on.

In college I learned about love
the kind that wrenches your heart out from under your skin
until best friends become lovers
and then best friends all over again. 

And now I'm learning about you.
Our magnetic force that has created a family
of best friends 
whose playground is the word of God. 

Monday, November 16, 2015

Haiku:
Mountains stand taller
Than trees on the ground, but not 
Taller than people 

Tweet:
My first tweet. Another bark up the wrong social media tree. If your phone doesn’t buzz, you probably cant hear my roar #socialmediamadness