…and 200 came and went

dearest readers,

thank you so much for continuing to take the time to follow my poetry blog.  as of late, posting as been a struggle–life is hectic and full of the usual day-to-day that happens when one is fully submersed in the mundanity of things.  and that is what and where i am.

yet i press on, writing on the margins of my calendar, fervently typing in the few minutes i have between pressing needs of the hour.  most days i do not have it in me to ponder much more than whether i have had a cup of coffee, the first sip of which is a momentary exercise in much-needed self-absorption.

and so i write this note to express my continued pleasure at seeing that you’ve read, perhaps liked, perhaps commented.  the last post, no. 110, was the 200th post i have made!  i hope to add more regularly again, especially as the reprieve of summer holidays is just around the corner…

until then!

 

now that 100 is breached…

…i’m going to take a little hiatus

dear readers, this will only be a break of sorts.  by this, i mean that i will not post every day, but only as the spirit moves me.  there’s a lot of exciting transitioning going on in my neck of the woods, so i may be distracted.  and of course, in the mean time, i will indeed be reading and writing poetry to keep in form.  and then, when i least expect it, there will be time to post every day again…

cheers!

mariahv (hupsutupsu)

one hundred, of sorts

dearest readers,

i’m closing-in on no. 100, although it’s not my 100th post, nor is it my 100th poem on this blog.  but in my catalog of poetry, i’ve categorized mundane musings separately from my other poetry.  so really, i guess it’s 100 poems PLUS thirty-six mundane musings, PLUS a couple of poems classified as ‘conversations’.  and of course, my short fiction.  all in the span of about six months!

i can’t tell you all what an accomplishment this is for me.  and yes, i’m brazenly tooting my own horn here.  since i started this blog last december, i’ve been posting a piece of writing almost every day, with the exception of two short hiatuses.  writing a piece of my heart daily is something i’ve never been able to do before–journals, diaries, creative writing–they all fell to the wayside after a few days or weeks when i got too busy or didn’t feel the impetus to pick up a writing implement or sit at the computer.

thank you all for staying with me here.  i know i’ve made a few thank-you posts here already, but i must take a moment again to revel in the thought that all of you out there have helped to make me accountable to my writing goal.  and this goal was simply to find the confidence and strength to share pieces of myself without embarrassment or worry.

cheers!

mariahv (hupsutupsu)

no. 97

the question of the white elephant

i believe

the conundrum of artistry is this:

am i an artist if i surreptitiously create

or

do i become one in the display?

i am secretive,

clasping my treasure

jealously with the iron fingers

of embarrassment.

to share or not?

can one be an artist

if the art is never gifted?

perhaps mine will be

the white elephant?

(written 28 april 2017)

 

the one hundred

my dear readers,

it’s been over one hundred days, over one hundred posts.

but today i saw that i reached one hundred followers(!), and i wanted to thank each and every one of you who has taken the time to read, perhaps reflect, and choose to keep up with my writing by following.  i can’t tell you how honored i feel.

as always, your amazing thoughts are welcome–i’m always happy to engage in a little dialogue about poetry and prose.  and of course, constructive ideas are appreciated!

much gratitude,

mariahv/hupsutupsu

mundane musing the twenty-sixth revisted

the process of poetry

two things:

one.  it is not without irony that i sit here thinking about writing;

ruminating

on the simultaneous absurdity and gravity of everything literary

two.  last night, a story came to me while i sat in the darkness;

it was a fleeting idea

but one that sparked my curious nature.  i thought to myself

i should really get up and write this down before i forget

but just as quickly, the idea slipped

into the nether cobwebby reaches of my mind.

now it is lost

perhaps it will return someday

when i least expect it

and then i will greet it like a long-ago, once-met acquaintance.

but this time, i will have pen and paper in hand.

(written 31 march 2018)

Book Review: Nicholas Gagnier’s Free Verse Revolution: The Collection (2010-2017) by Mariah Voutilainen

and here, Indie Blu(e)’s first review!

Indie Blu(e) Publishing

Nicholas Gagnier’s Free Verse Revolution: The Collection (2010-2017) is a farewell describing a difficult but fruitful journey

By Mariah Voutilainen

If this is your first introduction to Nicholas Gagnier’s work, as it was mine, you will find within the pages of Free Verse Revolution:  The Collection (2010-2017) a testament to the power of writing in the face of a life lived with personal traumas and challenges that have led to successes.  In the preface, he writes that “poetry did more than any therapist or medication could,” and this is evident in the poems collected within this eight-part anthology.  It would have been interesting to know where each poem stood in the chronology of his work to get a sense of how his style developed over time in the context of his personal experiences.  Still, in reading, we are made privy to Gagnier’s struggles as a very young writer growing up…

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