A long time ago, in a galaxy, far far from here, where Princesses hung their very long hair out windows, alabaster skinned beauties ate nasty apples, and frogs scored kisses from hopeful ladies with crowns, there lived an e-zine called Random Poetics: ChalkTalk.
It feels like forever ago, and it is pretty much forever ago in this land of the zing-a-zing bada-bing electronic age. But for us mere mortals, it was a sweet 6 or 7 years ago since I birthed this concept.
Random Poetics was my baby that I birthed long before I birthed real babies. I only tended to it once a week, but it grew and it grew and it went global.
Then I birthed real babies and Random Poetics got put in the corner for laterz, and well, it's been a long time, but I'm feeling it. It needs to come back.
Random Poetics was my first foray into the electronic word. The power of the electronic world.
I loved writing poetry. But people don't buy poetry. (Think about it, when was the last time you bought a poetry tome? I challenge you!) So if the people weren't going to come to the poetry, Random Poetics was to bring poetry to the people. You dig?
And this ain't no la-di-da standardised version of poetry. I mix it up. I'm crazy. It's a 5 minute hit of poetry every week. Can you dig it?
So friends, here's a personal invitation. If you'd like your very own personal subscription to Random Poetics: ChalkTalk, hit me up here. It's free. It's wordy. But I promise there's a heck of a lot of white space too. And if you don't like it, I'll give you a refund. Howzat?
If you'd like Random Poetics: ChalkTalk delivered straight into your e-mailbox. Email me before next Friday.
Image is of Frank O'Hara. One of my poetic heroes.