Somehow, the image
of the burning block
stays with you.
The flames simultaneously
reaching for clouds
and running amok
on the ground.
It stays with you
like a toothache or a song.
Dust on porcelain figurines.
its puss-colored shawl
over your face
so you can’t tell
where you’re going.
You creep on anyway,
it’s all you’re equipped for.
from distant regions
like bees protecting their hive.
Other storms wait
on the sidelines –
they’ve got itches
only you can scratch,
and they intend to see
that you do.
Recently, this blogger had the rare privilege of communicating with fellow Paper Plane Pilot Gabby McCullough: an exceptionally talented writer, poet and budding photographer. Below is the interview that transpired…
3) Do you pursue writing in a professional sense, or is it strictly a pastime that you appreciate?
4) Apart from poetry and prose, are there other artistic creations that you enjoy?
5) After reading some of your poetry, it is clear alliteration is a poetic technique you employ. What other techniques do you incorporate into your poetry, and why?
6) Free verse appears to be a style of poetry you occasionally write in. What is it about this style that appeals to you?
7) In regards to the words you use within some of you work, would you consider yourself to be a bit of a sesquipedalian?
8) What passions and values are often thematically discussed/referenced in your writing? Might you kindly explore why?
9) One of the things I appreciate about poetry is the multiple interpretations a single piece can have. With this in mind, what do you enjoy about poetry?
10) Regarding the aforementioned question, might I ask, what is your poem, ‘the Library’ about?
11) ‘Still Patient’ is a very powerful and emotive piece of yours. I personally often write about particularly painful moments in life for the therapeutic benefits, and because heartbreak, pain and loss are often relatable themes for a wide variety of people. Might I ask, what are your motivations behind some of your more poignant work?
12) Your name milady, McCullough – is this Irish or Scottish? Do you think your racial/cultural background influences the type of work you produce? If so, might you explore how?
13) There is no thirteenth question. Thirteen is a wretchedly evil number, so I will not include it here.
i want to ask what direction you walk toward the light or the soil for growth (stretching extensively toward the sun hungry eyes holy eyes) or burying (lowering lessening losing touch) your body something moving for the pure sake of motion something breathing for lack of a better worth
Here is an online reading featuring three Paper Plane Pilots and a Q & A with Laura Khayat, cover designer. The reading begins approximately 14 minutes in if you’re interested in just getting to the point. Brian Andrade makes a surprise appearance toward the end of the video and reads a few of his poems.
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Washington is beautiful. The scenery here is absolutely awesome. By far my favorite place to write.
I’ve heard this somewhere before.
So old hat. Spats with loneliness,
spats with frustration. Even spats
with a nation of finicky imps.
Now, my enthusiasm limps along
on a pair of chopsticks that it once called legs.
My glass is filled with dregs instead of drink,
and my crotch stinks like a ginkgo tree.