PPP&P spotlights recently published work from our sister journals at Sundress Publications: Pretty Owl Poetry, Rogue Agent, Stirring, and Wicked Alice. Much like the astrology practiced in Telangana in which a parrot is used to pick some cards as luck for the customer, Prasanna hopes her picks will bring luck (and inspiration) to our readers.
Pretty Owl Poetry
Kami Westhoff‘s “No Thought of the Surface” has the lure and mystery of nature, enigma of La Belle Dame Sans Merci. I have found myself after talking to a friend, rushing to the cafeteria for coffee, and analysed why only to find that it was the bands of light brown and cream of her shirt that took me in coffee trance. It made me question who issues the commands here.
Think of an incident where you were surprised by what you did like you were in a trance. Make a poem of who or what was the influence.
Tyler McAndrew‘s “My Trip to the Zoo” is an internal dialogue in the face of limelight barrage. It took me to a moment in a science fair and make believe. A world where a cardboard can be fashioned to mean anything.
Think of a moment that resonates with this blurring of the real worlds and other, silence in commotion. Bring it out to the poetry world.
Steven Sanchez‘s “Califia” shows what it is for a human body machine to creak. There’s repair by Kintsugi and the repair within the body.
our bodies spend our entire lives
destroying their own cells,
its only method of healing.
We know our bodies only when they are off. Write of a time when you heard your body make itself known.
Heidi Czerwiec‘s “Doggerel” is a description of Puella pilosa a woodcutting in Monstrorum Historia by Ulisse Aldrovandi, in which the poet slides into the antique curio.
Write from a curio’s point of view.
Emari DiGiorgio‘s in “Elegy for the Old Thinking” does a thought duet with theoretical physicist James Gate, making parallels between birth of a baby and theory. Even though an elegy, the dark is crossed over and that weight is carried on by life.
the branches and roots cancel out each other
Bring out your best metaphor for the cycle of life and death.
Kathryn Paul‘s “In the Year of No Mother” brings a raw energy to the jaggy edges of a mother-daughter relationship, its swivel doors recalling maternal loss and yet still finding her presence in everyday life.
so I dump the overwrought bouquet
into the largest vessel I can find:
the jar from my blender,
Write a poem in the memory of a lost loved one—because it says to.
Feel free to share your responses to Prasanna’s prompts in the comments below!