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April 28, 2017
#NationalPoetryMonth: Pulling Words by Nicholas Trandahl
A great review for my new poetry release from Winter Goose Publishing, PULLING WORDS.
The thing about reading poetry is if you already are a poet, it awakens an innate desire to take the words before you, inhale them, and exhale them into poetry regurgitated but uniquely yours.
According to Winter Goose’s site:
With PullingWords, a collection that simply and honestly showcases the drama and quietude of life, poet Nicholas Trandahl displays written snapshots of the worl...
July 30, 2016
The Poetry of Christina Strigas
I set out to write a review on here of Christina Strigas’ debut poetry collectionIn My Own Flood (she had a recently-published chapbook as well entitledYour Ink On My Soul), but I found that I could not write a review of that book alone. I want to write about her poetry in general, all of her published poetry and what she also posts on her website and on social media. She is also the author of a paranormal romance novel entitledCrush (and availablehere) and a trilogy of nonfiction novels abo...
July 28, 2016
A Little History
River Ram Press #InspireWriters #InspireReaders
I’m an avid fan of all sorts of contemporary poetry, especially free verse shorter pieces that manage to condense something very potent and significant into just a few lines. I like poetry that packs the honest punch of Hemingway, Jim Harrison or Raymond Carver. I want to feel thepoint or theme of a poem suddenly and simply. There’s elegance in honest and simple poetry.
Being such a fan of that style of poetry, it should come as no surprise t...
May 31, 2016
Who Will Love the Crow by Miriam Dunn
Ever since I first directedmy hungry gaze at Winter Goose Publishing, I’d been reading as many of their books of poetry as I could afford. That practice, even after being fortunate and persistent enough to sign with WGP, never ceased. I’ve never encountered a publishing house with such an arsenal of really good, solid poets. It’s kind of shocking! Every collection I’ve read from WGP has been exquisite. And that holds true with the latest offering I’ve had a chance to read.
Who Will Love the C...
April 15, 2016
I Have a New Publisher!
Keeping secrets is a hard thing to do.
Especially when the secret is that I’ve signed a contract with the extraordinary folks at Winter Goose Publishing! You’d be hard-pressed to find a more enthusiastic supporter of contemporary poetry thanWGP. I’m an avid fan of many of their writers, and I count many of them as friends and acquaintances. And now … family. Check out my author page on the WGP website right here. And while you’re there check out all the great authors that have a home under th...
March 26, 2016
DOMESTIC DETRITUS
A Short Story by Nicholas Trandahl
It was late April.
I was in bed in the middle of the day … again. The lace curtains of my bedroom window were drawn. However, their feeble density did little to hold back the luminescent tide of afternoon sunshine. The deluge of light seeped hotly into my bedroom and it filled up the space within the four walls, spilling across the floor and across my thin deteriorated form that was discarded diagonally across the rumpled expanse of my queen-sized bed.
I se...
March 1, 2016
Tagged Q&A
This is my first time dabbling with the “being tagged by another blog to answer questions” game. So time to crack my knuckles and get going!
I was tagged to answer questions by the lovely and talented author, Aila Stephens. You can check out her magnificent and active bloghere. I’m very honored to have my little author site here included in Aila’s inquiries. So thanks, Mrs. Stephens!
I’m not going to tag other bloggers to answer these questions because (frankly) I’m still new to the whole blo...
February 22, 2016
Seersucker
I
In vertical pastel hues,
striped withwhite,
each button-front shirt
hangs in its state
of perpetual dishevelment.
My closet is lined with them,
like articles of pale candy,
like the promise of a trip
to a hot and humid clime
that errant time
has borne me to.
II
Is my fair frame thus clothed,
in these fantasies,
as I swagger in the Deep South-
where everything is white and green,
swampy,
slick with a slime
of charm, history, and guilt?
Could I see the Mississippi sunset
that Faulkner saw
as...
February 18, 2016
A MOMENT WHEN THE WORLD WAS PERFECT
A MOMENT WHEN THE WORLD WAS PERFECT
Upon awakening, a pearly October fog had enshrouded the contours and structures of some pleasant rural countryside in a beautiful American place. Quaint and quiet. Shapes were muffled, edges dulled and softened as though fingers had smeared them, blurring them mysteriously. Sounds were hidden, their acoustic vestiges frayed and blunted in the pale soupy murk. The fog had a faint hissing quality, barely audible, and one could feel its innumerable fingers tou...
December 28, 2015
THE SCARLET KING AT YULETIDE
Spilled across the gleaming crust,
Lambent in the hyperborean night,
Are smears of color; lights aglow
In red and orange, blue and green.
The township, enchanted and frosted
In weeks’ worth of snow and rime,
Radiates bright Yuletide ambiance
In a whisper of garish-colored light.
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A contrast to that wintry land
Is another realm, another scene.
A crystalline void, clear and black,
Is stretched monstrously overhead,
As taut as inky canvas; peril...
