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Complete cover for my poetry collection I Tumble Through the Diamond Dust

Here's the complete cover of my upcoming poetry collection, I Tumble Through the Diamond Dust, illustrated by Alberta artist Wendi Nordell (who happens to be my niece). The back copy reads: Within these pages lie twenty-one poems…and twenty-one worlds: worlds in the farthest reaches of space, worlds steeped in myth and legend, worlds that never were, and worlds that yet could be. Written by award-winning science fiction and fantasy author Edward Willett, and beautifully illustrated by Alberta artist Wendi Nordell, each poem was inspired by—and contains—two lines of published poetry from Saskatchewan poets, sent out every weekday by former Saskatchewan Poet Laureate Gerald Hill as a Poetry Month challenge to members of the ...

Posted by Edward Willett at 21:58, April 5th, 2018 under Books, Poetry, Writing and Editing | Comment now »

A review of Line Dance. Apparently I have a sense of humour. Who knew?

Here's the first review I've seen of Line Dance, the collection of poems that resulted from...well, I'll let the reviewer explain, because I'm tired of typing various versions of this: Each weekday during Poetry Month in April, Hill [Poet Laureate Gerald Hill] e-mailed SK Writers’ Guild members a pair of first lines he’d selected from SK poetry books and invited folks to respond with poems of their own. Some, like professionals Brenda Schmidt and Ed Willett, sent poems every day. In the end, almost 500 pieces were submitted, and SK writing veteran-turned publisher, Byrna Barclay, bound what editor Hill deemed the best into a handsome package, featuring Saskatchewanian David ...

Posted by Edward Willett at 12:51, November 6th, 2016 under Blog, Books, Poetry | Comment now »

Hear me read a Hallowe’eny poem

Looking for something both poetic and Hallowe'eny? (And who isn't?) The Science Fiction Poetry Association has a page of audio files of SFPA members reading their Hallowe'en-related poems--and it includes a file of me reading "He Really Should Have Written," one of the poems I wrote for Poet Laureate Gerald Hill's "First Lines" project back in April. A shorter version of this poem appears in the new First Lines anthology published by Burton House Books, which launches November 24 at McNally Robinson in Saskatoon (I'll remind you, don't worry.) Here's my audio file, although I urge you to over to SFPA and listen to them all! The image above is a ...

Posted by Edward Willett at 11:17, October 20th, 2016 under Blog, Poetry, Writing and Editing | Comment now »

In honour of National Poetry Month 2: Within this box of glowing white…

Within this box of glowing white I type, in pixels black, These words. I try to get them right, Yet still I feel they lack A certain something. Yeats I'm not Nor am I Keats or Austen. My forte, I would say, is plot: This scansion is exhausten'. And so, although 'tis poetry This month is meant to honour, I don't think it's the month for me. Why, I can't even find a last line that has the right number of beats and ends with a rhyme for "honour."

Posted by Edward Willett at 23:35, April 1st, 2014 under Blog, Poetry | Comment now »

In honour of National Poetry Month 1: I Tweet, therefore I rhyme

I TWEET, THEREFORE I RHYME Being a Twitterpoem cycle in honour of National Poetry Month 2014, with each stanza set off with pretentious Roman numerals, just because it's more poetic that way By Edward Willett I In characters, 140 sum, I must Tweet out my heart, So that, for National Poetry Month, I will have done my part.   II I think that I shall never see a Tweet as lovely as a tree. (Kilmer I'm not, nor e'er will be--but that's my stab at poetry.)   III A rhyming couplet may not be considered avant garde, But it works well enough for me (though better for the Bard).  ...

Posted by Edward Willett at 23:09, April 1st, 2014 under Blog, Poetry | Comment now »

Belated Saturday Special from the Vaults: Sonnet Sonnet

Delayed once more by festive cheer, I make my first post of the year! *** How serious are you, my poet friend, About the craft to which your heart aspires? Do your words borrow pain, and seek to lend Unto the world the vision it requires? Do you object to light verse as a waste Of energy best spent on grander things? Do you desire to scale the heights and taste The clear, sweet air where lofty language rings? To don poetic glory like a bonnet, My friend, I think that you should write a sonnet.

Posted by Edward Willett at 0:55, January 3rd, 2012 under Blog, Poetry | Comment now »