I don’t remember the exact time or age, but love of poetry came early. I was a lonely child and extremely sensitive. I recall the joy of reading poetry … whenever in my little mind I could make sense of poetic lines it would delight me no end.
I had this daybook where I used to indite. I have memories of my school magazine publishing my poems. As with a lot of poets I fell in love, or what I thought was love when I was thirteen or so.
The bliss and baggage that comes with early love crept into my poems and still does.
I was a teenager, the time I got interested in boys and went to the local disco at the football club. I was flirting around and couldn’t decide which boy I liked most, that’s when I wrote my first poem about a butterfly wandering around.
After that, I wrote mostly nonsense rhymes and limericks. Unfortunately, I lost my little notebook.
I started to write English poetry about five years ago and after a friend encouraged me, I started to submit my work last year. I was very surprised by the way that free verse poetry exists, till then I always thought poems had to rhyme.
Writing has been a journey I dismissed like several other things that helped me grow into who I currently am. I’ve always written because of school and I was pretty good at it, or at least that is what my teachers and report card said. I would say that writing poetry didn’t become something that I would consider a great skill until my junior year of college. Up until this point I only had written essays of the academic variety, besides the picture prompts we were mandated to write in the U.S throughout middle school and high school. Writing became important to me my junior year, when I was taking “Literature of Social Protest” with political theorist, Barbara Foley, while taking my first creative writing class that junior year where I read poetry from the likes of E.E. Cummings, William Carlos Williams, Hart Crane, Gwendolyn Brooks, and Amiri Baraka just to name few.
I have written poems and rhymes from an early age and have always linked rhythms to words to help me learn things. I love playing with words; I love the silliness and fun you can create by observing everyday life, playing with your imagination and telling silly tales. I also relish using words to create and change the moods of the readers. At various times, I have had people tell me they have laughed, thought differently, or even cried after reading some of my poems, and the fact that can happen just by placing ink on a page in a certain order just makes me tick!
If you are appearing in our upcoming anthology, and you have not been interviewed for the Peeking Cat blog before, I’d like to hear from you to take part in an interview before 15th October. If you would like to take part in an interview please email me at email@example.com by Wednesday 4th October. I’ll send you some questions in a Word document and you’ll just need to fill it in and send it back to me (along with a photo of yourself if you’re happy for your lovely face to appear on the website). I’ll upload the interviews to the blog and also share them on the Facebook page on anthology launch day!
The acceptances have been emailed, the cover has been designed, and the proof copies are on their way to the editor for final checks. The Peeking Cat Anthology 2017 is almost here! And to celebrate, we’ll be hosting an official online book launch party!
The book will be released on Sunday 15th October, and to mark the occasion I’d like to invite you all to join me on the Peeking Cat Poetry Facebook page for a special launch event. There will be videos, giveaways, a Q&A, and poetry readings! You can find out more about the event on the event Facebook page, where I’ll also be posting updates about the anthology as we get closer to publication day.
The event will be from 7pm – 9pm UK time, which is 11am – 1pm PT and 2pm – 4pm ET. Use a time zone converter to find out what time it will be where you are.
Sam, this is a tricky question. The when seems not to be well-defined, but I remember writing captions for my cartoons when I was around nine. I wrote my first meaningful poem when I was in secondary school (SSS 1 to be precise). The particulars of the why, I think, lies within the circle of a burning imagination and a quest to find my purpose in life. So far so good, I love the joy that comes from creating a new poem or a new story.
I recently visited my local library for the first time in many years. I wrote some short prose about it here (also includes poached eggs and being approached by a creepy guy). The library felt the same in some ways, but very different in others. It struck me how sparse it seemed – it wasn’t the wonderland of high shelves and tall tales that I remembered. It seemed to house fewer books than I remembered. Huge shelves stacked high with books just look so enticing to me. I don’t want to be climbing up ladders, but who among us wouldn’t want a library to rival that of Belle’s in Beauty and the Beast? (Or like Stuttgart City Library, pictured below.) Maybe the shelves seemed lower because I’m bigger now, or maybe because fewer people use the library these days, it has become a little unloved.