The Art & Poetry of Mary Coleman

The titles I’m throwing around for this poem, which is as done as it’s going to get, are At The Door and Diagnosis. It’s not my favorite, but I can’t work on it any further. Can’t write a winner every time, so I’m accepting this one as a bit of…

I have decided to call my book All The Birds Are Screaming. My friend who is illustrating is on board with that. It’s from yesterday’s poem and the line really stuck with me. I think it would make a catchy title. When I get home I am going to start…

Poetry has been healing me a day at a time. I had long since lost the ability to access my subconscious through visual art so it remained repressed and festering. Through poems, I am getting out the deepest, most primal parts of my brain. I have barely had any panic…

I wrote this after my job interview. It’s a bit light hearted compared to some of my more recent work, but I don’t always feel like writing heavy stuff. Sometimes you just need to have a bit of fun and this was really enjoyable to write. The job interview went…

How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success? I have failed at many things. The main thing is I did a lot of mediocre painting during art school and I have also written a lot of terrible poetry over the years. A whole helluva lot…