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To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.

Mary Oliver, from “In Blackwater Woods”

Favourite final sentences

(via the-final-sentence)

(Source: growing-orbits)




Harold Bloom recites Wallace Stevens’s poem “Tea at the Palaz of Hoon,” from his first book, Harmonium, which was published in 1923.

As Bloom wrote in Wallace Stevens: The Poems of Our Climate,

“The palaz of Hoon is sky and space seen as a gaudy and ornate dwelling; to have tea at the palaz is to watch the twilight while conversing with the setting sun, who is hardly lonely since all the air is his and since all directions are at home in him. He is himself when most imperial, in purple and gold, and his setting is a coronation.”





And I,
Seeing my own face in the window,
May have lied about the fire.
Mark Strand, from “The Whole Story” (via the-final-sentence)

Online Writer’s Workshops

I debuted a new business and creative adventure yesterday. I started an online company called Online Writer’s Workshops, where anyone in any phase of their writing careers can submit their creative work for review. Here’s what happens: for $5.00, you can submit your work to be read by an educated, experienced and publishing reader. They will attentively read your work and give you comprehensive and detailed feedback to help you on your journey to becoming the best writer you can be. 

Our philosophy is about community. Every writer needs a critical reader. There is a small fee associated with the service so that we can give a commission to our readers (who have extensive experience in publishing or at least have an MFA in creative writing). Plus, it costs money to make, maintain and own a website. 

I’ve spent a lot of time and energy building the website, assembling willing and educated/experienced readers and doing some start-up marketing. I have high hopes. 

Still chugging. Submitting. Writing. Reading. Revising. 

Check out the website:



The Writer’s Life For Me

Well folks, it’s all over. You can call me Master Kelley. I’ve graduated with the MFA in poetry from the University of Nebraska MFA in Writing. The journey was long, beautiful, arduous and all the other adjective you aren’t supposed to use in poetry. 

Since graduating, I’ve filled my days… you guessed it: writing. I felt like I never had time for it when I was actually in the program, a sad but horrible truth (more adjectives!). Now that the program is behind me, I find writing to be more important now than ever. It is a discipline I never thought was a discipline until I graduated. I value my writing life more now that I don’t have the support beams of the MFA. I find myself looking for my community. 

I’ve been submitting. Lots. Poetry is out all over the Earth. I have a non-fiction piece out and about too. I am working on editing some fiction to get it in print. In my undergrad I was told if I had to pay a fee to have someone read my work than it probably wasn’t a reputable magazine or it wasn’t worth my time. I don’t think that’s true. It does cost money to submit to an array of lit journals and magazines. First, snail mail is about three dollars: shipping, printing, SASE and envelopes. Many online submission forums make you pay that amount (or close enough) to off-set the cost of esubmitting. Not to mention, this detracts non-serious writers from wasting the valuable time of publishers/editors. Don’t be afraid to pay a little. Contest usually have a price associated with them. Poets need contests. Do it. Suck it up. 

I’ve been applying for jobs and updating the resume too. It’ll all come. Pay your dues. Get out there. 

Happy Tuesday all. :)

To know a man’s library is, in some measure, to know a man’s mind.
Geraldine Brooks, March (via bookmania)



So for / sixteen years I dazzled the constituents with saying of a country I had never seen
John Ashbery (via uutpoetry)



If only my body wasn’t borrowed from dust!
Dean Young, from “Red Glove Thrown in Rose Bush” (via the-final-sentence)

(Source: fluttering-slips)



Immediacy is gained, not by pulling heartstrings, describing events, listing emotions, or relating narrative, but by disrupting the way in which the mind orders reality via language.

Mark Tursi

This totally describes my submission guidelines. Send me this kind of stuff and I will love you amen.

(via uutpoetry)