As part of Couplets: a multi-author poetry blog tour, here’s a poem of mine and an interview I did over on Steve Vernon’s blog.
I asked Steve a few questions, too.
What’s your writing process like?
I write every morning. Sometimes a little, sometimes a lot. For me, the important thing is regularity. My muse smells a little like bran and prune dip. I want to see a project move forward. Currently, I am working on a young adult novel. I’ve also got several Canadian history projects underway.
I still write poetry—but less frequently than I used to. The last half dozen poems were written at the request of several editors who were each putting together a themed collection. I seem to work best, with poetry, if I have a target to aim at.
I am most proud of my now out-of-print poem “Barren—A Chronicle in Futility”—a five page poem detailing the events of an 1812 Expedition to hunt the Jersey Devil. The events are lifted from history, although the details are a little more free-style. The poem placed first in the 2009 Chi-Zine Rannu Competition. The prize was $500.00—which to this date remains the most that I have ever earned from a single poem.
If all of my poems were that profitable I’d likely write a lot more poetry.
What role does horror play in your poems that include it?
I write poetry mostly because it pleasures me. I write horror poetry—primarily because it is what I am asked for. I have worked a fair bit in the horror genre and occasionally I am contacted by editors who are looking for a poem written to a specific theme.
Other than that—horror is just another possible subject for my poetry. I have also written poems that are love stories, poems about railroads, poems about darn near anything you care to imagine. In fact, the only thing that I have not written poetry about is politicians.
Politics and poetry just do not mix.
What writers or other influences inspire you?
In poetry I’d have to say I’m inspired by the works of Al Purdy, Irving Layton, Charles Bukowski and Milton Acorn.
by Steve Vernon
Married at twenty
A first child at twenty-three
Two more before thirty
Life gnawed at me
The litany of jobs, wife, children
Pieces of my well-being stolen away
Rats in the walls
Nibble at my life with small insistent nips
An inexorable extermination of existence
Life nails our coffin with knocks on the door
Weaving our gray-tainted obituary
One grocery receipt at a time
Death, devotion, done
I haven’t said it was painful
The anesthetic of having just enough
Barely numbs the decay
As my wife and children
Feed greedily upon my open limbs
I pray that as they
Work their way
To the slow gray jelly of memory
That they might taste one savored tang
Of the tired joy and tedium
That wore away my days.
(originally published in Vicious Verses and Reanimated Rhymes – edited by A.P. Fuchs, Coscom Entertainment, Winnipeg 2009)
Check out the other posts this month from Couplets: a multi-author poetry blog tour!