Publishing a poetry collection differs from publishing a novel or nonfiction book. One main reason is the editing; poets must pay special attention to this.
When looking for an editor for our poetry collections, we must ensure they know how poems work. Some poems, for example, are not intended to be grammatically correct. They might include lowercase letters where they would not normally be and play with conventions of spelling, layout, and typography.
An editor of poetry must be a critical reader and familiar with current trends in poetry publication. They must work closely with the poet to understand what is deliberate and what is not. A good editor will point out grammatical errors and ask if they are intentional—frequently, they will be, but it is a good editor’s job to ask.
Poetry editors must be willing to respect the intention of the poet. They must exercise restraint in those areas where they think a piece should be corrected when the poet did not intend it to be. It is also helpful to know whether the poem respects the conventions of the form or deviates deliberately. For instance, if there is a misstep in the rhyme scheme, it should be flagged in case the poet wants to adjust it.
In short, authors who self-publish poetry must find editors who are knowledgeable about how poems work. It would be even better if the editor were also a poet.
This has been a constant question in the back of my mind. It is not something anyone has asked of me personally, but something that the subconscious, always overthinking part of my brain asks when it wishes to second-guess itself. And, in the rebuke of these thoughts, I answer:
“Why not joy?”
I do not mean always being happy when discussing cultivating a spirit of joy. No one is always joyful in the basic sense of the word. I do not mean toxic positivity or whatever that’s supposed to mean.
In the same way that we embrace anger, grief, and frustration (which are normal and have their place), we can also embrace more joy and gratitude. If sadness and depression suck our bones dry and drain our life force, then joy and gratitude can be a powerful life-saving nourishment.
As I’ve said in Black Joy: “Nobody talks about society’s addiction to Black trauma / how much more profitable it is to talk about pain than poems/depression than joy.”
This constant cycle of death and war is draining to the soul and rotten to the bones. Where do we find or hold onto our sanity without joy? Have we forgotten that it has always been here with us? If enslaved people found joy, why not us? Or do we believe we are that special of a generation that we can survive without it?
In “The Role of Joy and Imagination in a Revolution,” author Marii Herlinger writes: “White supremacy culture values objectivity, overworking, and neglecting self-care — joy interrupts that. White supremacy culture teaches us to be individualistic, self-serving, and distrustful of each other — love interrupts that. Therefore, joy, imagination and love are revolutionary tools which actively defy capitalism and white supremacy.”
Sounds like a page out of Tricia Hersey’s book!
Speaking of Hersey, in the same way that resting more does not make one lazy, nor is it the same thing as being idle (you can be well-rested and still do the work), more joy does not make one blind to the atrocities of the world. On the contrary, it can help one to see things more clearly by stepping outside of the chaos. As Jaiya John puts it, “It can be a revolutionary act of love for yourself and others to not let yourself be sped up by the pace of a toxic, anxious, frantic, desperate, traumatized culture. Stay slow, my friend. Everything beautiful in you is gestating.”
This year, our poetry contest theme is joy, so I want to give you more to consider as you pen your entry!
The Latin word for Joy is gaudium, meaning to rejoice. Think of a time when you found joy in the unexpected. How did that make you feel? In what ways did you rejoice?
I cannot wait to read/hear your masterpiece!
We accept entries from October 21st through December 1st!
We have enough people who are beautiful. We need more who are brave. We have enough people who are popular. We need more who are passionate and purposeful. We have enough people who are wild. We need more who are wise. We have enough people who are famous. We need more who are faithful. We have enough people who require rewards. We need more who require respect. We have enough people who are too afraid to fail. We need more who are courageous enough to fly.
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Nobody talks about society’s addiction to black trauma. How much more profitable it is to talk about pain than poems, depression than joy.
Like we don’t have feelings just bad experiences turned into songs of sorrows and spirituals of reaching heaven cause there can’t be no freedom here on Earth for Black people.
Maybe this world still doesn’t consider us human enough to be happy someone hand society a roadmap for getting to know black people.
Tell them they can find us laughing even when life is lifeing cracking jokes and turning sadness into praise. Tell them we are not just guns and gangs.
Our hope does not hang on by string on some cracked-out corner or trap house Tell them how we dream. Big Mama musta had mustard seeds underneath the mattress cause she moved mountains. Food and faith ain’t never been hard to find. We gone eat.
Talk about our love our sense of community our building our builders our beauty.
We’ve had a wild ride here in this country But it was not all bad.
Together, we forged a world of our own found solace in the cracks made meals from scraps and carved out our own sense of enjoyment and purpose.
Tell them about how the cells of a black woman saved the world and the genius of a Black man lit it up. Talk about how we bless everything we touch.
Tell the whole truth that we are not made up only of pain.
Joy lives here, too.
You can listen to this poem on TikTok and YouTube! I’m @yecheilyah on both.
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Introducing Adariyah Ysrayl
Instagram: @adariyahysrayl
Adariyah, welcome and congratulations!
Please, tell us, what is your name and where are you from?
My Name is Adariyah Ysrayl and I am from Chicago, Illinois.
Beautiful. What does your name mean?
My name “AdariYah ( A- dar- ree- Yah) means to give respect or Adornment to The Most High.
When did you first fall in love with poetry?
I fell in love with poetry in 4th grade. We used to have free time journaling, and I wrote poems outside of drawing as a safe place to express my thoughts and create stories from my reality. I didn’t feel like my voice was heard as a kid, so writing poetry was a great hobby at the time. I loved it so much that I could’ve entered into a contest of writing but unfortunately didn’t from moving so much.
What inspired your poem?
What inspired my poem was I gravitated to the title. My poem is also inspired by my life experiences. This year (2023) was the perfect example of how well I was able to relate to grace.
Adariyah is a MUA artist and entrepreneur
I love that. In your own words, what is grace?
It means that the way we can extend more grace is by getting to the root of certain situations and understanding that you really never know what a person is experiencing behind closed doors. It means not to take things so personally, and to give ourselves grace is to know everything will not be shiny and beautiful, and when it isn’t, don’t be so hard on yourself.
What are you hoping to achieve with your poetry?
Writing poetry is intimidating in ways. To be that vulnerable and open about yourself, especially to an audience, has caused a bit of anxiety for me. Poetry is one of the intimate forms of writing, and I am very much a student of soaking up information. What I am trying to achieve in poetry is to encourage and communicate to people who are overthinkers. At this time, I am writing again as far as my poetry is concerned.
Adariyah’s beautiful family
Where do you see yourself one year from now?
A year from now, I see myself being more in tune with my inner voice, more adventurous, exploring new experiences, and adding new skills to my belt, and this is one of them!
And without further ado, I introduce to you “Grace,” by Adariyah Ysrayl:
Photo by ATC Comm Photo
The fact The Most High made an executive decision for me to wake up and breathe. Overlooking his inhabitants, including me. Grace is something shown through a glimpse of what we cannot see. It is forgiveness minus the strife. It is something I’m constantly learning how to do and it’s an ongoing fight. Before I gave Grace to anyone, I had to see within myself. I had to lose myself to gain humility, and some of my mental health.
My mind got so loud, and I didn’t know which way to go. Then my Heavenly Father said to me, “I’ve always had the navigation of which way you need to go.” I cried because I knew the destination was right in front of me. But because I didn’t let Grace lead, I let my ego get the best of me.
I would take two steps forward just to get pushed back three. That yoke of iron called life would get the best of me. That is until I finally overcame the battles and pain.
Start giving others and yourself Grace a day and watch your life change.
Adariyah is a Freelance Makeup Artist in the DMV area. She uses her creative skills to help people feel confident and provides a safe space for people anticipating a special event or moment. Adariyah is committed to helping her clients feel beautiful so they can “stand on business.” She is a mother and wife and hopes her brand will help others to see the beauty within themselves. She currently lives in Delaware.
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Introducing Samuel Olopade
Instagram: @_olops_
Samuel, welcome and congratulations!
Please, tell us, what is your name and where are you from?
My name is Olopade Samuel, im from Lagos, Nigeria.
Nigeria in the housee!! When did you first fall in love with poetry?
Poetry/writing had always been my sort of remedy. Growing up with a speech impediment made me value writing as the best way to express myself when words failed me.
What inspired your poem?
You know the saying, “You don’t know what you have till you lose it?” It’s synonymous with “You don’t know what you really want till you have it.” I see Grace in the same light. Being from dark places or places of just basic wants, the same wants everybody’s after, but then you find you’re getting things in an unparalleled manner. I see that as Grace. Basically, it’s an unparalleled favor.
In your own words, what is Grace?
Unparalleled favor, lol.
Lol. In what ways can we extend more grace in our own lives and in the lives of others?
In understanding, we’re all in similar races, on different fronts, but in the same cycle. As a volunteer and a fervent altruist, I believe in giving. Someone somewhere needs that unparalleled favor to get to the point they really need to be at, and you never know who your act of kindness could affect via a series of chain reactions you’re not even aware of.
What are you hoping to achieve with your poetry?
I am hoping to be a voice for the voiceless, a way to express and share feelings and emotions that are not easily seen.
A voice for the voiceless. I like that. Where do you see yourself one year from now?
I see myself thanking the past me for not giving up.
Now that’s a poet thing to say! I love it.
And without further ado, I introduce to you “Grace,” by Samule Olopade
Photo by TUBARONES PHOTOGRAPHY.
In the crucible of pain, we find our Grace, A journey from the depths to a higher place. From sorrow’s grip, we rise to happiness’s embrace, A transformation beyond what words can trace.
Beyond physical exertion, it’s the strength of soul, Grace, like a river, making wounded hearts whole. In every stumble, in every broken pace, Grace is the warmth of a loving, forgiving space.
Accepting our shortcomings, embracing them with love, We find Grace showered from the heavens above. In this masterpiece of life, we all play a part, Grace, the melody that harmonizes every heart.
So let Grace be the bridge that carries us through, From pain to happiness, from old to the new. In this tapestry of life, a wondrous embrace, Grace binds us all with love’s enduring Grace.
In the realm of Grace, we find our way, Where kindness and love forever sway. A gentle touch, a whispered word, In Grace’s embrace, our hearts are stirred.
Through trials and storms, we often roam, Yet Grace is the light that guides us home. It’s the hand that lifts us when we fall, The sweetest voice, a comforting call.
In Grace, forgiveness finds its place, A healing balm, a warm embrace. For in our flaws and in our fears, Grace dries our tears and calms our tears.
It’s the beauty of a sunset’s hue, A gift of love from me to you. In Grace’s dance, we all take part, Uniting every soul and heart.
So let us cherish Grace’s art, A masterpiece from the very start. In kindness, love, and blessings too, Grace shines on all, both me and you.
I’m Olopade Samuel, a proud Nigerian volunteer, engineer, and upcoming politician. As far as I recall, my whole life involved humanitarian activities with clubs like the Red Cross, Rotary, and Lions Club. My interests lie in observing nature, human advocacy, and wishful thinking to be a better artist. My life goal is to be that person others look up to, that model person who rises above stereotypes.
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