Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Promises of Light, Promises of Poems, Promises of Light Poems?

Four poems of mine are up at Flowers and Vortexes, a literary production of the Promise of Light community.  They're all on one page, so scroll on down.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

A Discovery

Turns out I had poems published in Ygdrasil this whole time. I had no idea. Maybe the acceptance got lost in my spam filter or else I was told and completely forgot. Either way, here are five poems from June 2010. What a crazy time it was, sinkholes, air strikes, oil spills, riots in Kyrgyzstan, and the World Cup in South Africa.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

A New Novel, New Poems, New Numbers, A New November?

Prepare yourselves for a rather long post. But I have pictures for this one. I have some poems up at Eunoia Review. Six actually. Here they are:

"Recollections and Mathematics"

"The Great Bataan Dance"


"Your Old Fashioned Tirade" 

"The One Chief Task"

"Cenotaph Reflections"

I hope you enjoy them. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. I recently finished a short novel of roughly 56,000 words. I named it after a park in Arlington which is named after a lie. I was writing it as part of Nanowrimo, also known as National Novel Writing Month. It started on November 1st,  and is still going on. I just finished early, because hey, what else have I got to do with my time? I think I might still try to go to some of the events in the DC area for it. Even though I registered and am officially part of the community, I haven't participated much, which is probably why I was able to finish so early. That and the fact I'm unemployed and living in my parent's basement on the periphery of everything.

On a related note, I just passed the 4,000,000 word mark. Some sort of celebration is in order. I know, let's make a bunch of charts and graphs! Here's what the situation was in the summer of 2008, the last time I took notice of the milestone:

I kept it at fairly constant rate it seems. Here is what an updated version of this chart looks like:

As you can see, my productivity started to increased during the end of 2010. Two things happened around this time. The first was that I was laid off and the second was that I took an extended vacation in Montclair, New Jersey. Now, let's see if there's been any shift in the kind of things I write. The breakdown, in terms of percentage in 2008 was this:

Obviously, fiction was overwhelmingly dominant. Non-fiction was a distant second. Let's see if I've changed what kinds of things I write and if so, by how much:

It seems the shares for poetry and non-fiction have declined, while poetry has grown immensely. Fiction has also lost a little share as well. It makes sense if we examine the number of pages of poetry I have produced. This chart however only takes into accounted poems that are not part of any other collection:

As you can see there was a spike in late 2008, which probably put the growth of poetry over the over genres.

Thursday, November 10, 2011


On behalf of a friend working at the Brooklyn Review: 

Dear Poets,

“The Brooklyn Review,” formerly available only in print, has now expanded into a multimedia publication, with both a print and an online presence. We're currently reviewing submissions, and invite you to submit up to three poems—including any unique, cross-genre work that has yet to see the light of publication.

With this first multimedia issue, we'll also be filming interviews with writers and artists from each genre represented by “The Brooklyn Review,” including poets. Video-footage of these interviews will be accessible on our website. Solicitations for interviews will be sent out shortly.

Aside from poetry, “The Brooklyn Review” considers submissions in the following genres: fiction, creative nonfiction, drama, photography, artwork, short films, and multimedia works. If you know anyone who might wish to contribute to our publication, please spread the word.

For more information about “The Brooklyn Review,” including submission details, please visit our website:

Queries? Contact me either here on Facebook,
or at:

Jeffrey Grunthaner
Assistant Poetry Ed.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Nanowrimo and Infinite Chest

The novel I am working on for NaNoWriMo (like Qaddafi, there are many ways to write it) is coming along. I am adding large piles of words to it daily. My only fear is that November 30th will come and I will still have much more to write about. It seems every day there are new scenes, asides, observations, conversations, and descriptions that I want to add. I guess it serves me right for not planning it out much before starting. No matter what happens, it has put me over the 4,000,000 word mark for everything that I've written. That comes out to roughly 16,000 pages (at 250 words per page).

Poems continue to be published. I have one for all you premed students. It appeared a couple months ago in CHEST: the Journal of the American College of Chest Physicians. I submitted one and it was published. That's right folks, I was published in a peer-reviewed journal! Despite the title of the magazine, I assure you it is completely clean and is not about ogling breasts.

I also have poems in the first issue of S/Word, this one, this one, and this one.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

National Novel Writing Month Is Here

Or NaNoWriMo for short. This November writers across the Anglosphere will work to churn out a 50,000 word novel by the end of the month. The event has been going on for several years. It's not too late to get started if you've been looking for an excuse to get writing on the tome you've always wanted to write. There are events, forums, emails, tips, and classes for those who want them as part of the experience. This is the first time I will be participating officially. I have written novels before (thought none have been published yet) and some during the month of November. But none of them were written entirely within the 30 day period as stipulated per the rules.  Now I am writing away on my work and have 2,210 words to my credit, a decent start. My plan is to produce a short, picaresque novel that functions as a thinly veiled retelling of my burned out days here in Arlington, Virginia.