Author Archives: Anita Sullivan

    And there they play for evermore At battlecock and shuttledore                   –Edward Lear, “The Daddy Long-Legs and the Fly”   Writing a poem can be very like a game. I’m calling it battlecock and shuttledore. If you look … Continue reading →

                                    Noticing in Poetry            Poets define themselves by what they notice. If several people are present at the same event, a poet will likely notice fewer things than anyone else, but will notice them a whole lot more intently. … Continue reading →

     One of the ways that poetry differs from prose is that poetry makes “leaps.” At least that’s one explanation for why we don’t always write in complete sentences. After all, humans don’t dream in complete sentences, nor do we … Continue reading →

“I think there are certain thoughts that can emerge only in the space between a wolf and a man.” (Mark Rowlands, The Philosopher and the Wolf)      Writing a complete poem from start to finish can be a clumsy process. … Continue reading →

       Poetry is huge. It’s a black hole. It’s about as easy to define as language or love or religion, and related to all of those. So, my intention with blogging is not to turn Poetry into a “great grey-green, … Continue reading →

                        The Line             Poems come easily to me. It is the making of a poetry that is             difficult. The telling of the truths.                                                 Nikos Gatsos I used to think Poetry and Prose related to one another like … Continue reading →