House to Home-Cronin Detzz

This poem is an example of a double Etheree poem. Each line contains a measured number of syllables, rising up to 10 syllables and then back down to one. They are fun to write. I challenge you to come up with your own!

my life
trailer park
Krishna temple
African mud hut
in the Atlas mountains
Costa del Sol, scorching Spain
crumbling Chicago apartments
Colorado A-frame, rushing stream
Las Vegas million-dollar mansion
Serene lakeside cottage: deer, frogs, birds
Air Force base, jets screaming freedom
Desolation and rainbows
Searing heat, bitter wind
Hell holes and prairies
Hated and loved
Run away
Run to

I have lived in all these places, both humble and grand. My family moved A LOT; my sister and I attended 13 different schools. It was hard to be uprooted so much, but the experience taught us to catch on quick in school. It also broadened our horizons by meeting so many people from various walks of life. This constant moving continued throughout my adult life; oddly enough, I am constantly homesick for Chicago although I have a small, comfortable house in Las Vegas. I guess the soaring heat (it was 112 yesterday) has dulled my memory of 60 below zero.

– Keep writing & keep sharing! Cronin Detzz



Father's Green Eyes

A crumbling Spanish castle
adorning the Mediterranean Sea
a kite in my small hands
my father on bended knee

“See the world, and the beauty in it?”
My youthful nod (his reply, odd)
“Compared to heaven, it’s a pile of shit”

Why did he need to spoil that sunny day?
Why were his lessons always imparted this way?

I already knew the world and the ugliness therein,
I already wore fear and sadness as a second skin

So I released the kite into sun-drenched skies
Admired God’s work, shunning illusory lies
I shifted my view, envisioned the castle anew
Saw the world askew
through my father’s green eyes

-Cronin Detzz

My father said this to me when were in Spain, admiring the sea and the Spanish castles.  It was an odd way for him to burst my bubble of joy, but it was a teachable moment from his perspective.  We had been raised to honor God and learn our true purpose for being born into this worldly realm.  I have been coping with writer’s block lately, mostly due to life’s pressures and struggling with health issues.  I’ve been kinder to myself lately, and after some needed bed rest my Muse and I are back on speaking terms.  Keep writing & keep sharing! – Cronin Detzz

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This past weekend, I indulged a little and we went to TWO movies. First, date night with Hubby. We saw Maleficient and it was AWESOME. Sunday, we wanted to take The Spawn to X-Men, but there wasn’t a convenient showing so we settled for the new Spiderman movie, or as I like to call it…The Movie That Would NOT END.

No spoiler alerts here other than save your money and go see Maleficient. The Spiderman movie was dreadful. I kept checking my watch.

The only saving grace is that Peter Parker and Gwen Stacey were really likable people. But the movie dragged on…and on…and yes, ON.

Characters are important. I don’t buy into the notion of character-driven or plot-driven stories. We need both. No one cares about the plot if we don’t care about the people. Conversely, we can care about the people, but PLOT is the crucible…

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Your family, friends, reading groups, writer’s circles all love your poetry. Why is it so difficult to get your work accepted by a literary press?

Great poets know that the first three or four lines require a hook.

Part of the problem is that literature works are art, and therefore, subjective. I have been writing for so long that I know I have a feel for what it takes to write a stellar poem; and yes, many of my poems are not stellar in the public’s view. I know that. But I wrote them out of the earnest desire to express a view. I do have a folder of unpublished poems – I cannot let go of the creative ideas birthed within those writings, but I cannot publish them, either. They are not very good. Most of them were written when my vocabulary and skills were nascent.
Black Velvet with Diamonds
What I do when submitting poetry to contests or literary presses: I choose the poems that have the best “hook.” Writers know that novels require a hook – great poets know that the first three or four lines also require a hook.

I’m happy to report that this poem, “Black Velvet with Diamonds,” will be published in “Poetry Quarterly.” As any poet can attest, it is a great feeling to know that someone else liked your poem enough to feature it in their journal. The poem came to me as I was sitting in my back yard one night, admiring the clear view of the desert sky (I live in Las Vegas, Nevada). I began to wonder why God would create this view, and penned:

The rained pummeled His roof
for days and days
When the leaden clouds parted
He was lifted from His haze

So He built an impossibly long table
draped it with black velvet
and littered it with diamonds

The newborn twinkling stars
surely never shown so bright
The nascent moon
surely never looked so kind
as they did on that first cloudless night

God reclined on his couch, satisfied
took a nap
and dreamed up man
to be a willing audience,
to appreciate His nocturnal nativity

To submit your work in “Poetry Quarterly,” follow the guidelines on their website:

Which poems of your own have the best hook?

Good luck! Keep writing & keep sharing – Cronin Detzz