It’s about my paternal grandfather. I wanted to write a poem “to” him and to “honor” him in a way, to make up a dialogue where I’m communicating with him.
2) What motivated you to write this poem?
I don’t know anything about my paternal family, so a lot of what I do is imagine random people and what they’d be like. I wanted to see if there was anyway I could voice that in writing, since it’s not something I particularly would like to talk about.
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
I’ve been writing for about 4 to 5 years now. As a kid, I tried to be the boy who journaled all the time, but it didn’t stick. Only when I got older did I learn how to write routinely (or something like that).
4) If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?
At this point in time, I’d most likely would to have dinner with Lizzie Miles. She was Afro-Creole blues singer popular during the early and mid-1900s. I love listening to recordings of her powerhouse singing and her switching back and forth between French and English lyrics. She was fantastic! I’m a singer and I love music, so it would be awesome!
5) What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
I wanted to see what it would look and sound like for someone else to perform my work. Plus, I figured it would be fun to do. I’m very new to putting my work out into the world, whether that’s performing on stage, doing readings, or submitting to journals and contests.
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
Besides poetry, I write music (mostly R&B, arias, soul, indie-ish), short stories, and the occasional essay. Lately, I’ve been gravitating towards writing more prose and more scripts. I have some projects that may turn out to be something. Hopefully!
7) What is your passion in life?
My biggest passions in life are music and writing. I love the two as a means of expressing myself, storytelling, and reaching out to people. I also love history, genealogy, etymology, languages, and research. I’m a big nerd for learning!
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POEM:
I wish I could’ve met you That you could’ve told me stories about your childhood, your family, anything I wish we could’ve had coffee together, or a breakfast as foreign to me as everyday-bacon Maybe sausage, Virginia-style! Or Carolina grits, anything! I got too many missed chances with folks, I had absolutely no chance of gettin’ to know you I pray you were enough of a God-fearin’ man, pray Heaven is where you are Maybe we could meet there, or maybe we were never meant to know of each other Only God knows.
The theme of my poem is vulnerability and the fear that often accompanies it.
2) What motivated you to write this poem?
I’m actually emetophobic. I’m also very introverted. One day, I wondered if there might be a connection between the two aspects of my life. I realised that maybe there could be. So, I started thinking about the similarities between my fears(vomit and opening up).
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
I have been writing lyrics/poetry since I was in first grade. I started picking up on it more when I was about 13 years old.
4) If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?
Good question! There’s a lot I would choose. But if it has to be just one, I’d probably have dinner with Jon Bellion. He’s a music artist. From behind the scenes of his songs, he makes it clear how much thought he puts into the formation of his artistry. I gravitated to those videos. So, it would be amazing to learn more about how these ideas formulate in his mind and how he first started bringing these ideas into fruition.
5) What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
I have a lot of creative works stored in my files for years. In fact, this piece was originally written 2 years ago in a creative writing course. Having recently graduated from college, I decided to trust myself a bit more in my creative writing capabilities by submitting a creative work. Of course, I went back and edited it before submitting it. I figured the worst I could hear back is “no.”
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
I’ve written lyrics for original songs. I’ve co-written 2 plays that were performed. I’ve written short stories, and have even started teaching myself to write a longer-term project.
7) What is your passion in life?
My passions in life are singing, acting, and creative writing. I’ve sang all my life, started creatively writing when I was about 8 years old, and although I’ve only started acting at 19 years old, I’ve grown to love it just as much.
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Ugh, I don’t know. Maybe the reason I’m scared of throwing up is the same reason I don’t say what’s really on my mind, you know? You have an idea of what’s coming out, but you’re still not ready for what it is. Maybe, it’s because I would be sharing an ugly part of myself, in a way at least… Better yet, maybe it’s because when I start, I won’t be able to stop, right? I won’t be able to catch my breath and even if I feel somewhat relief, I’m also left feeling empty and shaken.
Shaken by what came out or shaken by the fact that I actually let it and now I’m seen in a different light… But, yep. I’m emetophobic. That’s why I’m afraid of getting drunk, or pregnant, or both. If I’m dumb enough to, that is. But anyways, I fear for my life when I get nauseous. When I see others even gag, I move to evacuate…Speaking of which, I think I had a bit of a breakthrough, huh? I should, uh…I should probably, you know… Same time next week?
The theme of this poem is “ghosting”–how people move in and out of each other’s lives and the hurt and longing it provokes–as well as sparking memories of joyous times spent together. I pride myself in staying in touch with people, but truth be told, I haven’t always been so good or absolutely reliable. I wanted to make sure that I didn’t portray myself as a victim to other people disappearing. I am part of this “system” too.
2) What motivated you to write this poem?
Finding out about the death of a friend. We had fallen out of touch and I wondered what had happened to her. This brought me to other memories, and also instances where I made the decision to stop a friendship. The biggest loss for me, though, is losing my mother before she could see me truly happy in my life. I have gone through all the stages of mourning, but the end result is that I still miss my mommy.
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
I have been writing poetry since I was a child. I started studying poetry in high school and had an excellent teacher, and I am still in touch with her (thanks Beth Thompson of SWS/Brookline High School). I returned to poetry again when I was in my late 30s, after writing nonfiction for many years as an academic. Though I write short poems focused on an image and an observation, I also like to write more sprawling narrative poems, filled with asides and indulgences.
4) If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?
Elizabeth Bishop–her poetry, especially her works written in Brazil, continue to inspire me, especially how she describes becoming oneself away from home.
I’d love to have dinner with the Brazilian inventor and aviator Alberto Santos-Dumont (sorry Wright brothers, he was the first). I visited his self-designed home in Petrópolis, which is so lovely and also very wacky, I thought I’d like to sit down with this amazing eccentric. Who else? I love witty people with sharp tongues—so folks like Truman Capote, Dorothy Parker, Oscar Wilde, James Baldwin, and Fran Lebowitz would be great to listen to at dinner.
5) What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
I don’t like reading my work aloud. I prefer it when other people read it. I’m told I have a good speaking voice, but when it comes to my own work I am never sure if I should act it with emotion or recite the words dispassionately. When I do readings, I prefer talking about the “back story” of the poem, rather than reading the work itself. I imagine a reading where other people read my poetry. Having a professional voice actor reading this particular poem, is a gift I just couldn’t refuse.
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
I write creative nonfiction as well as poetry. For many years I wrote essays, but that part of my output is dwindling as I retire from academia. I teach media and film and I love advising students who are working on scripts but I don’t write them myself.
7) What is your passion in life?
Apart from writing, I love traveling, kayaking, floating, cooking, eating, napping, drinking flavored seltzers, making pesto, dancing, envisioning and working toward a re-awakened, more democratic USA.
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I. She was a difficult person, too smart for academia perhaps and reluctant to self-promote and angry that she was unsung unlike her acclaimed grad school chums. As Little Edie said she was a “staunch woman” and the world—or her particular subfield of art history— just didn’t like that. She told me about the numerous friends and infrequent lovers who had wronged her, so I knew our friendship had a time stamp on it. But O how we would kiki and make fun of our straight colleagues (and how some of them deserved our bitchy ridicule after all the phobic behavior they smugly presented to us queer folk!). She was so witty and so lonely too. Her lovely apartment on East End Avenue was covered in dust. Sometimes she wanted an audience more than a friend, other times I was her trusted ally, seeking and giving out advice, providing camaraderie. And then I never saw her again. Years later I found out she died from cancer.
II. We had a stormy, silly romance. I needed something time-consuming to avoid focusing on my dissertation and he certainly gave me drama with his erratic, if ardent, behavior. He wasn’t working and I noticed letters from the management company for back rent piled on the kitchen table— He lived in a doorman building, and I lived in a tenement. But I paid my rent. And had money to take us out to dinner at the diner. He had been a model for Valentino and was trained as a classical singer. He was funny and loved to laugh. He loved to call everyone Miss Thing, including me. He planned to become a Heldentenor but he wasn’t quite ready he said to be on stage to sing heroic Wagnerian roles. So he continued his voice lessons. One day I noticed his back had mysterious spots on it. He tested positive for HIV and I tested negative. I pledged that I would stand by him no matter what. But then I never saw him again. Years later I did a search on the Internet And saw that he was married and teaching voice at a college in the state where his mother was from.
III. My mommy was a regal German-Irish feminist from the Bronx, A strong swimmer afflicted with polio when young. She was also a cry-baby like me and when we watched Old Yeller together, we sobbed, and then laughed at each other. She cried too when Bewitched was interrupted to announce that MLK was assassinated. I tried to comfort her but couldn’t. No laughter then. Later when I thought I was grown up, I started calling her by her first name. She smiled each time I did this, as if to say, call me what you want— I know you are still my baby boy and no matter what name you use inside you are calling me Mommy and you always will. Mommy was your first word and it will be your last. O Jean. O Mommy. I have so much to tell you. I have a husband and a dog and I’m happy. Well, most of the time. I am taking care of your house, and its land, which is mine now, but it is still yours too. And it turns out, I’m not crazy after all, but the world is. In her last days she was in hospice care in her rented apartment in Brookline. Though she was ready to be released from her shrinking body, she took a turn for the better and I jumped on the Amtrak train at Back Bay to resume my NYC life, if only for a few days. But before the train pulled up to the Route 128 stop, my father called sobbing. And then I never saw her again.
IV. Sorry, but I refuse to sum up. Yet I must confess I have attempted the disappearing act too
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Joseph Michael Cerra “When We Were Boys” Literary Fiction, 788 Words
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On preparing for the physicality: “That lodges in your head—or maybe it’s throbbing in your head: You had a few too many drinks last night, so you go a little bit harder in the gym the next day… My ethos is I want to go to the gym as much as possible to allow for me to eat and drink as normally as possible—within parameters”.
On playing the Viking prince: “He has integrity… What Harald taught me was to work hard and to keep plugging away. Keep plugging away, get your head down and work hard”.
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