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What time is it?  It’s our August Guest Poet premier!  Each day enjoy a poem by one of our guest poets!  A perfect way to end the summer!

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Photograph Ryan Schaufler 2017
Photograph Ryan Schaufler 2017

Poetry & other voices in roughly 140 characters (give or take, when needed)…
If you have the attention span of a goldfish… you’ve been Twitterized!

“PROUST QUESTIONNAIRE CONFESSIONS · 2017” by CHARIKA SWANEPOEL

PROUST QUESTIONNAIRE
CONFESSIONS · 2017

 

Your Favourite:

 

Virtue

Sincerity in all things.

Qualities in a man

A good sense of humour.

Qualities in a woman

Elegant strength.

Occupation

The mirror twins Poetry and Palaeoanthropology.

Colour and flower

Shades of deep purple and blue. I adore Calla Lilies.

Prose authors

Aislinn Hunter, Neil Gaiman, Julian Barnes, I don’t know, really.
I’m made more for the poetry to be honest.

Poets

W.B. Yeats, T.S. Eliot Judith Wright and at the moment, Don Paterson.

Painters and composers

Sandro Botticelli and Mozart, of course.

Heroes in real life

Michel Houellebecq, for still being alive.

Heroines in real life

I have mommy issues.

Heroes in fiction

The surprising kind.

Heroines in fiction

The kind that spare me the propriety.

Motto

Without Contraries is no progression.

Your idea of Happiness

Constant rebirth.

Your idea of misery

Constant rebirth.

If not yourself, who would you be?

I think I might like to be the American actress Katey Sagal.

Where would you like to live?

Ireland or Italy or maybe right here.

Your pet aversion

An awful voice.

Fault you most tolerate

Shedding ones skin too often.


Click to view the PDF version of Swanepoel’s PROUST QUESTIONNAIRE


Photograph Ryan Schaufler 2017

Bio:

CHARIKA SWANEPOEL is a South African poet, writer and literary scholar. She is naturally concerned with issues of ontological richness and complexity. She is currently pursuing her M.A. in English poetry at the North-West University where she is also lecturing academic literacy.


-TWITTERIZATION NATION: 8-18-2017


 

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“In Those Last Days” by RICHARD GREEN

In Those Last Days

 

In those last days
before the last kingdom
became a mine of souls and silver,

a plumed prophet
sat upon his golden throne
and dreamed his dream of Kulkulkan.

Can we conjure up a time
when forests held us tight
and our dreams were quetzal green

and the nights were jaguar dark,
when time was not an arrow
but a round

and stars held the promise
of eternity?


Photograph Ryan Schaufler 2017

 

Bio: 
RICHARD GREEN writes poetry in southern New Mexico, inspired mostly by the high desert. He has published in Avocet, Weekly Avocet, Malpais Review, Sin Fronteras Journal, and upcoming in Penwood Review.

 


-TWITTERIZATION NATION: 8-18-2017


 

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“This is the Day that the Lord has Made” by RICHARD GREEN

This is the Day that the Lord has Made

 

This is the day that the Lord has made:
a line from a psalm,
a sentiment on a greeting card,
a statement of mild praise.

Who wants to argue with
That dream image
on a day full of
daffodils and anemones?
Let us rejoice and be glad in it!

Then I heard the prophet,
a bearded, born-again ex-con,
his raspy voice full of rancor
erupting from his tattooed chest,
bark it out as if it were an order:

This is the day the Lord has made,
stomping in hard leather boots
on daffodils and anemones:
You better like it!

barrel bombs, suicide vests,
genocides, shootouts in schools,
his face a rock cliff
carved by blasting sand,
teeth like ice grinding over granite.

Thank you God!
Can I get an amen?
Amen!


Photograph Ryan Schaufler 2016

 

Photograph Ryan Schaufler 2016


Note from photographer/artist, Ryan Schaufler: The two photographs provided for this poem are from the 100 man march I participated in last year.  It was a march of (probably more than) 100 men of diverse background and ethnicity.  But, the same in that we were all men of faith that wanted to denounce violence, support a suffering community, and provide a positive presence in a time of great anguish and frustration.  It was a march of peace and prayer.  It was a march to ensure a voice was heard and faces were seen.  

Upon reading this poem, I had two thoughts.  First, was the sadness I feel when hearing hateful voices using words of prayer and faith as a weapon of “strength”, intolerance, and control.  I am saddened to see and hear people with hateful rhetoric in their hearts use words, meant for embarking on a spiritual relationship with God, as a tool for destructive ideological gains.  I am also saddened (yet, oddly enough, comforted) to know there are numerous Biblical examples of men using the name of God as a weapon for personal desire and pride.  In the end, these are not people of God.  They are driven by their own lusts and hateful hearts.  The Bible is filled with countless peaceful prophets that have been martyred by self-righteous bigots and men of power or “law”.  The devil quoted scripture to Jesus in the desert, in an attempt to pull him (the Son of God) away from the Father.  Jesus was crucified by this very seed of violent hateful pride, ignorance, and desire for power that is all too often devoured by humanity.

Second, I did not want to provide an image that gave these types of people a platform to indulge upon.  The truth is: “This IS the day that the Lord has made.” We have been given the gift of how to live it.  We can either give in to hate and anger… or, we can stand against it through peaceful resistance and a strong voice.  Nationalistic hate-mongers may attempt to use (false) faith and quote words of God.  But, they do not own those words.  They follow a false god they have built in their heart.  

Martin Luther King, Jr. also presented the Word of God, to the people, in his march for peace and equality.  It should be very clear which voice we should follow.  I choose to stand in peaceful resistance and provide images of truly brave men and women sharing Truth, love, compassion, and a voice for the voiceless.  I will not allow hateful souls to take my faith, my sense of decency, or compassion for my fellow brothers and sisters.  

To that, I say: AMEN!

-Ryan Schaufler



 

Bio:

RICHARD GREEN writes poetry in southern New Mexico, inspired mostly by the high desert. He has published in Avocet, Weekly Avocet, Malpais Review, Sin Fronteras Journal, and upcoming in Penwood Review.


-TWITTERIZATION NATION: 8-17-2017


 

NOTICE: © 2017 TWITTERIZATION. ALL INDIVIDUAL WORKS COPYRIGHTED BY THEIR AUTHORS; ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ALL POEMS AND ESSAYS ARE WORKS OF THE IMAGINATION.
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“Inside Every Dog” by RICHARD GREEN

Inside Every Dog

 

In every dog
lies Canis,
primal dog;
in Canis lies
Lupus,
primal wolf.
Every dog
curling in his
nest of grass
sleeps away
the eons
and dreams
the chase.


Photograph Ryan Schaufler 2017

Photograph Ryan Schaufler 2017

Bio:

RICHARD GREEN writes poetry in southern New Mexico, inspired mostly by the high desert. He has published in Avocet, Weekly Avocet, Malpais Review, Sin Fronteras Journal, and upcoming in Penwood Review.


-TWITTERIZATION NATION: 8-17-2017


NOTICE: © 2017 TWITTERIZATION. ALL INDIVIDUAL WORKS COPYRIGHTED BY THEIR AUTHORS; ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ALL POEMS AND ESSAYS ARE WORKS OF THE IMAGINATION.
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“Descanso” by RICHARD GREEN

Descanso

 

I pass a cross by the road
sanctifying a spot of loss and grief,
a cross of horseshoes
welded together
heel up.
Did a horse die here,
hit by a car,
or someone who loved horses?
I think I see what someone felt.
These u-shapes are tears, shed by
another sorrowful mother,
another Mater Dolorosa.
Crux Lacrimorium.


Photograph Ryan Schaufler 2017

Bio:

RICHARD GREEN writes poetry in southern New Mexico, inspired mostly by the high desert. He has published in Avocet, Weekly Avocet, Malpais Review, Sin Fronteras Journal, and upcoming in Penwood Review.


-TWITTERIZATION NATION: 8-16-2017 (evening)


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“Three Mexican Watercolors” by RICHARD GREEN

Three Mexican Watercolors

 

Maya Moon

Ix Chel, the moon,
prepares to sleep,
draws a veil across her face,
her reign complete
above the plazas,
temples, huts and fields
hills and woods
of ceiba trees
where jaguars prowl
and soft-winged owls
spread silent menace
beneath her light.

Kinich Ahau

Kinich Ahau, the sun,
roars over the hills
like a jaguar in full charge,
blazing fury,
burning crisp the maize fields,
driving into hiding
all the creatures of the night.

Mexican Sunset

Orange, red, violet, cerulean
fill the sky at the horizon
spilling overhead
like a conflagration,
a mythical battle of gods,
Armageddon or
Götterdammerung.

No wonder there’s
a torrent of bougainvillea
pouring magenta over an
orange-yellow wall
in front of a blue house
in Oaxaca.


Photograph Ryan Schaufler 2017

Bio:

RICHARD GREEN writes poetry in southern New Mexico, inspired mostly by the high desert. He has published in Avocet, Weekly Avocet, Malpais Review, Sin Fronteras Journal, and upcoming in Penwood Review.


-TWITTERIZATION NATION: 8-16-2017


NOTICE: © 2017 TWITTERIZATION. ALL INDIVIDUAL WORKS COPYRIGHTED BY THEIR AUTHORS; ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ALL POEMS AND ESSAYS ARE WORKS OF THE IMAGINATION.
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“Deus ex Machina” by RICHARD GREEN

Deus ex Machina

 

Act five and the play
struggled toward its conclusion.
The plot was complex, the characters weary,
the audience anxious, perplexed.

There was only one solution
to this difficult drama:
a god from the machine
to set things straight.

He descended from his tower,
his goddess before him
floating down the escalator,
The audience bursts into applause.

They cheered, whistled, shouted.
They loved the spectacle.
Splendid in his power,
he was their catharsis.

He understood the actors’ fears,
their uncertainties, their desires.
He proclaimed his judgment.
Opponents withered before him.

He unbound the rancor of generations.
Destroy the enemies!
Deport the unwanted!
Imprison the opponents!

The audience went wild,
so clear the resolutions,
so obvious, so simple in satisfying
yearning for what they call justice.

Then the god ascended to his tower
to choose his henchmen
to descend in all future final acts,
this deus ex machina.


Photograph Ryan Schaufler 2017

Bio:

RICHARD GREEN writes poetry in southern New Mexico, inspired mostly by the high desert. He has published in Avocet, Weekly Avocet, Malpais Review, Sin Fronteras Journal, and upcoming in Penwood Review.


-TWITTERIZATION NATION: 8-15-2017 (evening)


 

NOTICE: © 2017 TWITTERIZATION. ALL INDIVIDUAL WORKS COPYRIGHTED BY THEIR AUTHORS; ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ALL POEMS AND ESSAYS ARE WORKS OF THE IMAGINATION.
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“The Signature” by RICHARD GREEN

The Signature

 

His signature,
scratched on some document
he holds up for the world to see,
 
is tight, cramped, jagged, aggressive,
as if it could move against us
like the teeth of a mowing machine
 
cutting weeds on the side of the road,
vertical, like the slats of his border wall,
spiky, dense, with letters like towers.
 
He likes towers.
Towers are power.
You can shoot people from towers.
 
I remember a signature
that started with an O,
open, welcoming,
embracing.


Image by Ryan Schaufler 2017

Bio:

RICHARD GREEN writes poetry in southern New Mexico, inspired mostly by the high desert. He has published in Avocet, Weekly Avocet, Malpais Review, Sin Fronteras Journal, and upcoming in Penwood Review.


-TWITTERIZATION NATION: 8-15-2017


 

NOTICE: © 2017 TWITTERIZATION. ALL INDIVIDUAL WORKS COPYRIGHTED BY THEIR AUTHORS; ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ALL POEMS AND ESSAYS ARE WORKS OF THE IMAGINATION.
COPYRIGHT NOTICE:
© TWITTERIZATION, 2015-2017. UNAUTHORIZED USE AND/OR DUPLICATION OF THIS MATERIAL WITHOUT EXPRESS AND WRITTEN PERMISSION FROM THIS SITE’S AUTHOR AND/OR OWNER IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED. EXCERPTS AND LINKS MAY BE USED, PROVIDED THAT FULL AND CLEAR CREDIT IS GIVEN TO THE POET/WRITER AND TWITTERIZATION WITH APPROPRIATE AND SPECIFIC DIRECTION TO THE ORIGINAL CONTENT.

“A Proposition for My Dear Lord Byron” by CARRIE DANAHER HOYT

A Proposition for My Dear Lord Byron

 

I’ll walk in beauty like the night,
As heaven’s stars above surround;
And cast my eyes to lofty heights,
Though I tread firmly on the ground.
I’ll gaze beyond those astral lights,
And see the place, I trust, you’ve found.

My face might seem serene and fare
To any person passing by;
And few would guess, and fewer care
To see beyond my lips and eyes,
To doubt and fear that stripped me bare
Of hope and faith, of all but lies.

They would not care to contemplate
The dreadful depths in which I’ve dwelled.
Nor would they wish to meet the hate
That poisoned peace inside this shell.
The beauty that they might relate
To inner grace, in fact, hid hell.

But silent, sheltered in my heart
There burned a light lit long before
My conscious mind met any part
Of corporal bit: pure Love, no more.
It is this light, His gift, my start,
That carries on and faith restores.

Thus, I warn that you may mistake
The pleasing features of my face
As evidence that I never take
Weary walks through regret and waste.
Of course I do! For heaven’s sake
I carry on, to find His grace.

The light that is His masterpiece
Reflects itself upon my cheek.
And so this glow of which you speak
Is luster not unique to me;
It shines on all humanity
A beauty we are meant to seek.

And while I swell at listening
To all your lovely praises paid,
Humility’s a nobler thing,
And best my pride is gently stayed.
I’ll implore you to no longer sing
Of virtues that with time must fade.

For me it’s not enough to dream
In loving lines you write to me,
Imagining impassioned scenes,
Your words caressing tenderly,
While countless miles sprawl in between,
Yourself and my reality.

I’d rather that you take, possess
This innocence your words enshrine,
For cruel time rushes without rest
And withers beauty on the vine.
Come, lips to lips, our bodies pressed
As one, lost paradise we’ll find.



BIO:

CARRIE DANAHER HOYT is a life-long lover and writer of poetry. It is her humble opinion that poetry is the highest form of human communication. Poems (she says) at once highlight what is unique and what is universal in humanity; the bond between writer and reader is intimate and sincere (kind of like Facebook, only better).

Carrie lives in Massachusetts where she is a wife and mother of three school-aged kids. To pay the bills (as her poems don’t yet do this) she works as an estate planning attorney. Beside family and poetry, she loves travel, volunteer work and concerts.


-TWITTERIZATION NATION: 8-14-2017


 

NOTICE: © 2017 TWITTERIZATION. ALL INDIVIDUAL WORKS COPYRIGHTED BY THEIR AUTHORS; ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ALL POEMS AND ESSAYS ARE WORKS OF THE IMAGINATION.
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“Magic Pen” by CARRIE DANAHER HOYT

Magic Pen

 

Let me take out my Magic Pen and I’ll write
What will be.
First, I will cross out your doubt, and write “faith” for you.
Next, I will erase your tears,
And write you a smile.
Now moving on to everyone else,
I’ll cross out “worries” and write in “cheer.”
And I will write “belief” in the blank spaces where I’ve erased “fear” and “grief.”
I will remove sickness with a swipe of my ink and write “well.”
I’ll scratch out “religions” and replace them, simply, with “love.”
I will erase, “poverty”
And fill the gaping space it leaves
With solid words
Like “food” and “clothes” and “school” and “work.”
I’ll erase “lost” and write “home.”
I will blot out “cruelty,” “neglect” and “alone”,
And I’ll spell out “DIGNITY”,
In all caps and bold,
So everyone can read,
Even the old and the poor and the weak.
I’ll erase “lies” and fill in “truth”,
And I’ll write “proof,” so they’ll know.
I’ll write down what everyone else is feeling,
And then,
I’ll write the same feelings for you and for me,
So you will see
That we’re all on the same page,
Where I’ll write “Empathy.”
I’ll erase “prejudice” and replace it with “enlighten.”
And “light” I’ll define for them:
“The blinding kind,
Which babies see before birth,
It is perfect and pure, and
Unrefracted by any element on earth.”
I will strike out “ignorance” and replace it with words
To inspire kids’ desire
To discover and learn,
And I’ll write them
Books to read, food to eat, teachers to teach.
I’ll write them a staircase that climbs to the sun,
So wide they can race, all abreast,
To the top,
And all win first place.
And I’ll write blue ribbons for every single one.
And I’ll write funny jokes that will lighten the mood
And I’ll write shut the mouths of the cruel and the rude.
I’ll write off the thieves, and the cheats and the liars,
I’ll cross out the horns of the impatient drivers.
I’ll erase “bully” and replace it with “friend,”
I’ll write longer breaks for the overworked men,
And spell “hot, homemade cookies” for the kids who come home
To a house that is empty
Because Mom is alone,
Working two jobs, because one won’t do,
To raise all those children,
So I’ll write a raise for her, too.
I’ll cross out the guns and the bombs,
And write “balm” over the wounds.
And I’ll write “healing” on the hearts of those who’ve lost
Loved ones too soon.
I’ll write “support” for those who came back, at great cost,
And for those who return, somehow changed,
Who find the words rearranged,
So that they no longer make sense,
I’ll write a translation for them
So that they can find meaning, again.
I’ll rewrite “arms” to hug, not fire
And then
I’ll scratch out “war” and “desire”
And write “fair” and “share” and “content.”
I will cross out “oppression” and “subjugation”
In all the ways they are spelled, in every group and nation,
And replace them with “respect.”
I will write “heaven” next to every one’s soul
With an arrow pointing towards “hope,”
And cross out “temptations” and “traps.”
I’ll erase “regrets,”
So you’re not tempted to look back
And re-read them.

I’ll write you a dream that you’ve already dreamt,
So you’ll know that this Magic Pen is real.
Then, you will have to believe
That all this can be,
And you will understand,
That if I write it, it can.

And I will stay here writing until I’ve fixed it all, for everyone.
I will write until the sun
Burns out.
Until I am done.
And before that dark day descends,
I’ll write you a Magic Pen,
Too,
So you can write “light” for me,
My friend.
So together,
We can right the end.


Photograph Ryan Schaufler 2017

BIO:

CARRIE DANAHER HOYT is a life-long lover and writer of poetry. It is her humble opinion that poetry is the highest form of human communication. Poems (she says) at once highlight what is unique and what is universal in humanity; the bond between writer and reader is intimate and sincere (kind of like Facebook, only better).

Carrie lives in Massachusetts where she is a wife and mother of three school-aged kids. To pay the bills (as her poems don’t yet do this) she works as an estate planning attorney. Beside family and poetry, she loves travel, volunteer work and concerts.


-TWITTERIZATION NATION: 8-14-2017


 

 

NOTICE: © 2017 TWITTERIZATION. ALL INDIVIDUAL WORKS COPYRIGHTED BY THEIR AUTHORS; ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ALL POEMS AND ESSAYS ARE WORKS OF THE IMAGINATION.
COPYRIGHT NOTICE:
© TWITTERIZATION, 2015-2017. UNAUTHORIZED USE AND/OR DUPLICATION OF THIS MATERIAL WITHOUT EXPRESS AND WRITTEN PERMISSION FROM THIS SITE’S AUTHOR AND/OR OWNER IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED. EXCERPTS AND LINKS MAY BE USED, PROVIDED THAT FULL AND CLEAR CREDIT IS GIVEN TO THE POET/WRITER AND TWITTERIZATION WITH APPROPRIATE AND SPECIFIC DIRECTION TO THE ORIGINAL CONTENT.