From then forward, I worked exclusively in publishing, first for game companies, then in education, while continuing to write, study, and promote poetry. It’s my opinion that poetry used to belong to the people, until academics stole it. It’s high time to steal it back from them.
Remember when www.CthulhuHaiku.com was launched months ago? Then, like R’lyeh, it seemed to sink into oblivion. But “that is not dead which can eternal lie.” And with strange aeons, even a poetry book may rise.
Here’s a gander at the gal who’ll grace the cover of Popcorn Press‘s Halloween project this year—Cthulhu Haiku: And Other Mythos Madness. Launching very soon as a Kickstarter project.
I’m really pleased to announce Popcorn Press’s release of Kristine Ong Muslim‘s Grim Series: Poems! This is such a dark collection, yet with a thread of gold showing through. It’s currently available in print from Popcorn Press, and in Kindle and Nook formats at Amazon and Barnes & Noble, respectively. The print version will soon be available at those two sites, as well. Congratulations, Kristine!
Jenny Kiss’d Me
Jenny kiss’d me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss’d me,
Say I’m growing old, but add,
Jenny kissed me!
—Leigh Hunt (1784–1859)
Hunt wasn’t greatly known as a British Romantic poet. He wasn’t as proliferate as the others, and didn’t perhaps have as much of a spark in general. Then again, he introduced Keats to Shelley, helping both their careers, and his essays were fairly respected.
Part of my love for this particular poem is due, no doubt, to the fact that my spouse’s name is Jenny.
It will not hurt me when I am old.
A running tide where moonlight burned
will not sting me like silver snakes.
The years will leave me sad and cold;
it is the happy heart that breaks.
The heart asks more than life can give.