I have been taking part in some of the collage challenges that are going around on Instagram. Yes, I have been mentioning this particular platform quite a bit lately. I actually really like Instagram. I (almost) never seen dubious selfies or food porn shots there, because I mostly follow other poets and (collage) artists. I also like to follow museums and other inspiring accounts. Instagram is mostly very good at showing you what you want to see, except for the increasing number of ads that are plaguing the platform. But still, I save a lot of money on magazines. I never buy them anymore, and they are mostly filler nowadays anyway. So… collage art. Here are three pieces I made recently.
I was given the opportunity recently to share my personal story and talk about what art and poetry means to me, when my lovely and talented friend Mackenzie Belcastro asked me to write a few words for her blog.
Mackenzie is a novelist (about to release her magical realism debut) and a mindset coach. She helps young creatives to find their path. In that spirit, she has created a series on her blog called “Conversations with Artists”. She sent me some questions that got me thinking, and you can read the resulting words by visiting the page below:
Two of my new poems “The barmaid” and “The cure” have been published in the inaugural issue of Free Verse Revolution. I also sent in a photomontage artwork to illustrate the first poem, and to my great delight it made the cover!
If you’d like to get your hands on this wonderful new magazine, all you have to do is go to the Free Verse Revolution website and you can download your copy there.
Be sure to let me know what you thought of my poems. I appreciate the feedback!
What an amazing thing to happen! My photomontage has made the cover of the upcoming first issue of Free Verse Revolution.
Coming in mid-March as our first digital issue… hebe (the fountain of youth)!
Below is the front cover, featuring an incredible piece of visual art by Constance Bourg. We feel this piece of art captures the broad mix of work within the issue as our contributors explore the natural world, classical imagery, youth, exploration, what it means to grow old and how we yearn to return to the past.
Constance Bourg lives in the Flemish part of Belgium, where she volunteers at her local library. Her poems have appeared in Rogue Agent, The Poetry Shed, Blanket Sea, The Pink Plastic House anthology and the Emma Press anthology of illness. She also dabbles in collage and is currently working on a book-long erasure poetry and collage project transforming Tove Jansson’s The Summer Book. She leads a part-time life because of an invisible disability called ME/CFS. You can find her at constancebourg.wordpress.com
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How you discommode me
heavenly body with stolen light
I could scratch your age off
with a nail
charges fighting off hebetude
you who talks at coke speed
or not at all
sipping your drink like venom
and expecting an applause
when you over-apologise
how can something stolen throw such shine
as to blind the world
how come when the shade becomes
the place to live
I still feel the urge to catch
a little of your glow.
This poem was written after a prompt I found on Instagram. I was part of the poetry and writer community there, and Chimen Georgette Kouri, one of the talented writers whose work I love to read, had kindly provided these orphan lines to inspire other creatives.