the poet is always a mirror.
© Liezel Graham 2020.
Image by Inga Gezalian.
a thought for the poets and also
something a little introspective.
allow your creativity to be a reflection.
in your words:
be a map.
be a compass.
you have words.
use them wisely.
The behind-the-scenes glamour of a book being born.
It’s cold and blowing a hooley out there. In other words it’s the perfect weather for sitting snugly underneath a duvet and deciding which poems go where in manuscript number 2.
Also the perfect excuse to drink copious amounts of hazelnut flavoured coffee.
Now you know some of my deep, writerly secrets and it pretty much boils down to good coffee, and lots of it too!
A Counting of Love, is a beautiful collection of poems and prose poems about love and how it is the golden thread in our lives.
Old love, new love, love as it ends, love as it begins, sacred love, love for our children… love as the glue that holds us together, always.
i am eve
paradise has found me
in the unlined hours
of this day
there are poems
i hold them
a little bit longer
than i should
they are the soft skin
of my grandmother’s hands
the happy sitting
around a christmas table
before we splintered
all of this
dripping down my chin
into the hollow
of my collar bones
i keep all my secrets
for a moment
it leaves me
is what i crave
haven’t i always been
chasing glorious things
i wonder how
there are people
when there is so much to eat
on this page.
— ee cummings at midnight.
© Liezel Graham 2020.
Photograph by Zoltan Tasi.
A poem about losing yourself in the words of a poet in a darkly, quiet house, when all you hear is silence and all your hunger is filled with the richness of another’s words.
Please talk to me about audio books, streaming and cd’s.
Would you be interested in an audiobook of poems, or a cd?
Do you use streaming platforms such as Spotify?
Any thoughts on a theme, or content for something like this?
Lastly, would you have a preferred accent for the narrator, or would you enjoy the poems if I read them personally?
For those who don’t know, I have a South African accent with a wee bit of Scottish flavour 😉
Thank you, lovely people!
There are some exciting things happening in the new year,
Photograph by Hannah Timms.
the poet fears the loss of words to rearrange on paper, and
there are many places in the heart that a drought can happen, but
last night i told my son a story before sleep claimed him from me,
and he laughed,
his mouth a happy moon in a dark night, and
this morning my words carried the sun on their shoulders as they left my mouth to call him back, and
he heard, and smiled in his sleep.
that is how far they can travel when they do not need my
the poet fears the loss of words that will obey her on paper, but
see how many quiet ones slip out when she is not looking, but
they will not be shaped into poems where they do not want to live.
some words are made to fall all over sleep-soft skin.
they are made entirely of love.
— my words are always making poems.
© Liezel Graham 2019.
Photograph by Magda Ehlers.
in my bones
weight of all
— The weight of salt water.
© Liezel Graham. 2018