Words upon Words

Take part in our poetry event on Facebook!

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 10:04:30 -0400

Hello poets!

Hobblebush Books will be sponsoring an event on Facebook in honor of National Poetry Month! “Message” us one poem on Facebook for a chance to receive feedback on your writing during April from poet Sidney Hall Jr., president of Hobblebush Books. One poem will be picked each week, so make sure to check back during April to see if yours was chosen!

“Like” us and message a poem to enter the event and stay up to date on Hobblebush happenings!

Arbitrary

Thu, 21 Feb 2013 22:39:00 -0500

There is something in the evergreen—
a mosaic of emerald,
an overlapping and tumbling between branches
in a bed of immaculate skies
that makes me contemplate you. I see not

that you are rigid, like the appendages of a pine,
but capricious, interlacing
with the azure, swiftly cambering with the wind
to design a new atmospheric fresco
between your limbs. Each arch sings

with the pitch of a tide, alternating promptly
with each rotation, taking in—you are here, giving out—
I find you wading downstream,
an unrecognizable skin surrounding organs—
as bending sideways, you dissolve.

Take part in our poetry event on Facebook!

Wed, 20 Feb 2013 14:49:52 -0500

hobblebushbooks:

Hello poets!

Hobblebush Books will be sponsoring an event on Facebook in honor of National Poetry Month! “Message” us one poem on Facebook for a chance to receive feedback on your writing during April from poet Sidney Hall Jr., president of Hobblebush Books. One poem will be picked each week, so make sure to check back during April to see if yours was picked!

“Like” us and message a poem to enter the event and stay up to date on Hobblebush happenings!

Poet and writer friends,

The publishing company I work for is holding a poetry event on Facebook in April. Please check it out! Receiving feedback on your writing is ALWAYS helpful, especially when it is coming from a published poet!

: "How We Pray" from Cathedral of Nervous Horses

Thu, 07 Feb 2013 10:08:18 -0500

: "How We Pray" from Cathedral of Nervous Horses:

hobblebushbooks:

We walk through a place
where men sleep in elegant cars,
and voices flutter onto the street
like magnolias across a lawn.
At the Baptist Church, women
sing Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.
My three-year-old child
wants to know what those people
are doing. I tell her this
is how we pray, and then
the spirit…

hobblebushbooks: Hearing and speaking are essential to making...

Wed, 06 Feb 2013 12:08:49 -0500

hobblebushbooks:

Hearing and speaking are essential to making poems live. Poems are a physical experience. This book explains how to find your way to the heart of a poem by taking it off the page.

Authors B. Eugene McCarthy and Fran Quinn have taught poetry successfully with this method for many years, and now they share it beyond their own classrooms.

“Hard to believe that anyone serious about poetry, either student or teacher, wouldn’t want to own this book. Reading Sound Ideas is like being in a class with the best poet and teacher of your life. McCarthy and Quinn are those poet teachers, each having fallen in love with poetry, each having given over their lives to its beauty and power. And this book is that classroom, one with comes alive with force and pleasure, with their shared belief that poetry itself comes truly alive when one speaks and hears it, when it enters the consciousness through that breath and release, when it has the power to change lives. This book offers something new and necessary in the study of poetry.”

—-John Hodgen

Sound Ideas will be available in March! (Pre-order is currently possible on the Hobblebush Books webpage.)

If you love poetry, if you want to begin to love poetry, or if you’re just interested in learning about the art of hearing and speaking poetry, please check this book out!

Please check this book out and follow this blog! I work at Hobblebush Books now and they publish the most amazing books.

Organic deconstruction

Tue, 21 Feb 2012 19:57:00 -0500

Learning how to properly cut mangos was never
a problem.
Every five thirty in the morning,
I watched as your fingertips grasped a blade,
groped the fruit in one hand
and assembled it into a city-
a New York constructed
of pulpous daybreak iridescence
whose center was the Empire State
of ascorbic acids.

I would watch as your teeth
dismantled the neighborhoods,
razed each tiny scraper to its earth of skin,
and allowed the fragments
to slide in their saccharine juices
down your destructive
throat-
your lips curling at the view
of a sunlit plain ahead.

February 21, 2012