Haiku Friday: Undress

WritersToday my haiku is from May 29th of my new book A Haiku Book of Days for Writers, Painters, Musicians, and Other Artists, one of a 7-book series. The haiku topic for today is “Undress”:

 

undress a body
follow the bones with your brush
showcase the beauty

 

It’s Haiku Friday again. For the past twenty years or so, it has been my practice to write one haiku every day. Every Friday I share a haiku here, about whatever topic I happen to choose. I invite you to write a haiku on this topic too, and share it with me and the readers of this blog. Just write it in the Comments below. The only rules are: 1) your haiku must be about the named topic; 2) you must follow the 5-7-5 syllable format; 3) no obscenities or hate (I will delete those). That’s it.

 

You can purchase this book on Amazon here.

A Story Of Words

Eating Mythos Soup - trimmedI’m on vacation this week so no new blog post. Instead here is an excerpt from my book Eating Mythos Soup, Poemstories for Laura, published 15 years ago. But still true.

I am obsessed by the sounds of words.

I like Old English comical words like mugwort, or marshmallow. I like hushed words spoken in whispers, like neath and ghoul. I like common every day words like horn and jump and dog.

I feel words nestled in my mouth, tucked into my cheeks. I smell them and taste them and lick every last drop from the corners of my lips. Then I let them roll and drip like sweet spiced oil off my tongue.

Words like nut have a short sharp crunchy feel as I say them; and when I say honey I can feel the golden brown goo thick at the back of my throat. Or consider the word crazy: the bee-tickled Z sound juxtaposed with the terrified EE sound of the Y, the harsh C next to the soft liquid R; these are contradictions and make you doubt the location of your mind.

I am enveloped in the sweet glut of words. I jump into them as if they are piles of autumn leaves. I roll around and listen to them crinkle and crisp under my broad soft hips. Or I dive into them as if they were the gooiest darkest mud in the Congo Basin; I let them stop up my ears and my nose and I snort and sneeze and squelch and rub them in my armpits. I hang them on my body like jewels, and I spray them onto my skin like perfume. I ornament and decorate and design myself with words.

And I feed myself with words. I suck them in while hot and feel them burn all the way down, and I even crave cold leftover words because they too can hit that blank lonely spot and make the soothing Aahh begin.

Haiku Friday: Silk

WritersToday my haiku is from May 22nd of my new book A Haiku Book of Days for Writers, Painters, Musicians, and Other Artists, one of a 7-book series. The haiku topic for today is “Silk”:

over the shoulders
a long curved line to the feet
silk puddles on floor

It’s Haiku Friday again. For the past twenty years or so, it has been my practice to write one haiku every day. Every Friday I share a haiku here, about whatever topic I happen to choose. I invite you to write a haiku on this topic too, and share it with me and the readers of this blog. Just write it in the Comments below. The only rules are: 1) your haiku must be about the named topic; 2) you must follow the 5-7-5 syllable format; 3) no obscenities or hate (I will delete those). That’s it.

You can purchase this book on Amazon here

Ghostwriting for a Dog: Why I Am Here

Delicious birthday cake on table on bright backgroundAlex Terrgi here. Tomorrow is my human’s birthday, and she says she does not want to ghostwrite for me today, because she is taking three days off to celebrate. She says she is not going to write another word until this coming Friday, and that includes ghostwriting for me.

Hah. I’ll believe that when I see it. I’m not sure she can live without writing something. It’s what she does. In fact, here’s the haiku she wrote just yesterday.

Please, on my headstone
Etch one of my best haiku
It’s why I was here

 I too know why I am here. It’s to love her.

Haiku Friday: Flap

WritersToday my haiku is from May 15th of my new book A Haiku Book of Days for Writers, Painters, Musicians, and Other Artists, one of a 7-book series. The haiku topic for today is “Flap”:

flap your black swan wings
hoot like a young chimpanzee
dance a lively dance

 

It’s Haiku Friday again. For the past twenty years or so, it has been my practice to write one haiku every day. Every Friday I share a haiku here, about whatever topic I happen to choose. I invite you to write a haiku on this topic too, and share it with me and the readers of this blog. Just write it in the Comments below. The only rules are: 1) your haiku must be about the named topic; 2) you must follow the 5-7-5 syllable format; 3) no obscenities or hate (I will delete those). That’s it.

 

You can purchase this book on Amazon here.

Listen to Yourself

Part of head woman with hand to ear listeningI wrote this blog post back in 2011 for The Blood Red Pencil, and am reposting it here because I think it contains a good tip, for ghostwriters and all writers.

Naturally, ghostwriters need to be good writers, but there is another skill that is equally important. We need to be good interviewers. Interviews are not only for gathering information; they also allow me to capture the unique voice of my client. I’ve written before about this facet of my job as a ghostwriter, but I think some tips that help ghostwriters can equally well help all writers, ghostly or not. Here is one such tip.

Interview yourself. Talk your thoughts instead of writing them. Tell a story, or muse and ponder, out loud – and record yourself doing so. Then play it back.

What metaphors and idioms do you use? Do you have an accent, or use words and phrases that betray your origins? What are you not saying, and why aren’t you saying it? Pay attention to the cadence of your speech, the rhythm of your words. Do you write true to your own voice?

Transcribe the recording verbatim, and then edit the transcription, removing the ums and ers and sidetracks, but preserving the rhythm and your voice. Who knows, maybe you will learn something new about yourself.

By the way, this also works for building fictional characters. Talk aloud as if you are your character. What are they trying to tell you? Are you listening?

Haiku Friday: Dance

WritersToday my haiku is from May 8th of my new book A Haiku Book of Days for Writers, Painters, Musicians, and Other Artists, one of a 7-book series. The haiku topic for today is “Dance”:

dance around the fire
all night long the shadows stay
outside the circle

It’s Haiku Friday again. For the past twenty years or so, it has been my practice to write one haiku every day. Every Friday I share a haiku here, about whatever topic I happen to choose. I invite you to write a haiku on this topic too, and share it with me and the readers of this blog. Just write it in the Comments below. The only rules are: 1) your haiku must be about the named topic; 2) you must follow the 5-7-5 syllable format; 3) no obscenities or hate (I will delete those). That’s it.

You can purchase this book on Amazon here.

Ghostwriting for a Dog:  Pet Girl Gone

Dog blogAlex Terrgi here. If you read my blog posts (and if you don’t, why don’t you? I’m always interesting!) you might remember that I’ve had my own pet girl living in my house. (Her parents have been living here too, but they are not my pets.) My pet girl is my human’s granddaughter and is the best little girl in the whole world, and even if you have a wonderful granddaughter too, I know my pet girl is better than yours. She plays with me, and pets me, and gives me treats, and lets me sleep on her, and lets me watch TV with her, and throws the ball for me, and laughs at my jokes, and tells me her secrets, and she even lets me play with her squeaky stuffed animals sometimes.

Then … tragedy struck. My pet girl’s parents bought a new house and moved into it – taking my pet girl with them! Now if I want to see my pet girl I have to make my human take me to visit at her house, or I have to wait until my pet girl comes to visit me (and her grandmother) at our house. This is seriously wrong. The point of having a pet girl is that you live in the same house and do a lot of stuff together.

I am sad now. Sometimes I moan in my sleep because I am dreaming about how my pet girl is gone. When I’m awake I sit in front of the TV and wish she was here with me, laughing at Dog with a Blog. (I like this show for obvious reasons.) Or I look out the window and hope to see her jumping out of her car as it pulls into our driveway. I wait and wait and wait very patiently but it doesn’t happen often enough. (This should happen at least once a day, and preferably more.)

I still love my human and will never leave her, but I wish she had more power over my pet girl so she could make her come back here. I think grandparents should have more say.

The Cat is still here, but The Cat just doesn’t cut it.

Haiku Friday: Rags

WritersToday my haiku is from May 1st of my new book A Haiku Book of Days for Writers, Painters, Musicians, and Other Artists, one of a 7-book series. The haiku topic for today is “Rags”:

dress up in wild rags
rags of velvet, rags of silk
rags to make love in

It’s Haiku Friday again. For the past twenty years or so, it has been my practice to write one haiku every day. Every Friday I share a haiku here, about whatever topic I happen to choose. I invite you to write a haiku on this topic too, and share it with me and the readers of this blog. Just write it in the Comments below. The only rules are: 1) your haiku must be about the named topic; 2) you must follow the 5-7-5 syllable format; 3) no obscenities or hate (I will delete those). That’s it.

You can purchase this book on Amazon here.