Friday, July 25, 2014

Petals Falling : A Book Of Poems By Jason E. Hodges

How can one describe a book of poetry? It’s art! It may be one of the most subjective forms of writing someone can do. I could say something like, “See what Hodges sees when he writes while looking out into a skyline bleeding pink and red from the last rays of a crimson winter sunset,” but would this convince you that this book would be worth reading? I could say, “He’s influenced by, Poe, Plath, Sexton, Nin, and Bukowski,” but would this convince you he is a poet worth reading? So the best way to describe this book, if you’re not familiar with Hodges’s work, is to simply say to you, read it! Take a chance for 99 cents and read a poet that pours his heart out onto every page. Feel the vulnerability in his words as he questions his struggles, his friendships, love, loss, and at times, it seems, even his on sanity. Along with haunting memories that will pull you into his nightmares, Hodges’ imagination will bring you into a whirlwind world of poetry you soon will not forget.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Poem : Foul Hooked

Sometimes in life

We can become

Foul hooked

On the line

So they say

When you’re fishing

And realize the barb

Has disappeared

Deep into your flesh

You don’t want to believe

What your eyes are seeing


You feel it!

What’s left of the rancid bait

That once coated the hook’s exterior

Is now

Starting to slough off into your bloodstream

Like a poison dart

Like venom

From a pit viper’s hollow fangs 

At this point

The only thing to do

Is to push it through the other side

It’s more painful to pull back


All instincts say to do this very thing

So you push as sweat gathers

In little beads on your forehead

Your fingers

Turn white gripping the hook

As you watch your skin rise like a tent

Pushing upwards until the point pops out

Followed by a slow trickle of blood   

The same methods can be used

When you’re foul hooked by life



You first think

How can I push deeper into the problem?

You want to go back

But you know

You have to push through

Whatever has hooked you

The bottle

The bills

The liars

The needle

The saints selling salvation

For their own mansion in the sky

Like Odysseus

You have to keep moving forward

Push through the flesh of the problem

Poke these points of pain to the surface

Until you’re no longer foul hooked