(Featured) Poetry

Poetry is my friend when all others have fled.

Poetry is my life in amongst all the endless strife.

Poetry is my day when the night begins to fade, and my night when the sun transforms itself to shade.

When I have nowhere to turn and my every step is blocked

When there are no more words to say but I cannot turn away

It is poetry that dries my tears and strokes my cheeks and holds me tight and comforts me.

It is poetry for me, the words and boundless grace.

Poetry. My friend my enemy my foe.

Vonita is a poetry-loving wife and mother, based in Sydney, Australia. Vonita’s other work can be found at https://movingtowardsthelight.com/. Her book, Passion Through Poetry, can also be found here: http://www.lulu.com/shop/vonita-buirski/passion-through-poetry/ebook/product-22522099.html

(Review) Fealty by Ricky Ray

Ricky Ray is the kind of writer we need today, one that supports his fellow community of writers and stands for something beyond literary acclaim. From any outsider looking in, it is clear that he is a humble writer that is still inspired by others and welcomes comments about his own work. A writer’s writer.

Why is all this important? Because literature is often seen as a closed-off community. I started off as an English major during my undergraduate studies, and I was the typical, bright-eyed book-lover. But as my major progressed, my view of the literary community soured. It felt like if you didn’t read some obscure manuscript, you didn’t belong. Or if you liked to read Harry Potter more than War and Peace, you were looked down upon. So, I switched majors and never looked back. Luckily, my love of poetry and creative writing and books still remained. But the takeaway from all this is that we need people who support, inspire, and build bridges. Because these days, writers have an overabundance of places to show off their work. And sadly, there may not always be supportive people out there to encourage the next generation of writers.

Of course, that should not be the only reason why people should read Fealty. As I said, Ricky Ray is a writer’s writer. He showcases a variety of poems that highlight different techniques and moods and topics, which makes Fealty a good addition to anyone’s collection.

What I enjoy most about his work is that he writes about moments of simplicity. I gravitate towards relatable poetry moreso because, in my opinion, the beauty in poetry lies in its simplicity. If I wanted grand works with verbosity, I’d find a nice, long fantasy novel. Thus, visiting a vet (When to Reveal) or words in a dictionary (They Used to Be Things) or insects (The Enmity Between Spider and Bees) are all given equal attention. They don’t make sense together, and there is not really a consecutive theme throughout the whole book. And that’s not the point. The poems in Fealty force you to make new meaning out of our expansive world.

However, that’s not to say that Ricky Ray’s writing is simple.  For example, A Neighborhood of Vertebrae is an interesting bit of prose about pain. It’s almost a run-on-sentence of thoughts, words someone would need to say to themselves as a way to distract from their situation. Thank You, on the other hand, is a dream-like piece, a little confusing at first until it binds itself together with the last lines:

I taste fate every time I swallow:
seaweed, bourbon, bile.
I spit at taunting death
and hear a star in my head say thank you.

Actually, there were many pieces like this, ones that get better after more readings, ones that make you think.  There are so many lines that make you think twice.  Instead of writing them here, I implore you to take a look at the book.

If you’re looking for a book of poetry that runs the gamut of a Poetry 101 course,  I’d suggest this book. If you’re looking for a book of poetry that turns the mundane into something more interesting, I’d suggest this book.  If you’re looking for modern poetry with some pieces that reflect an awareness of social issues, I’d suggest this book.  This is not a book that you read cover-to-cover a la an anthology of a certain type of poetry.  In that way, it’s slightly overwhelming in its scope. You might not know where to begin.  However, it won’t take you long to find some favorites.

Ricky’s latest book, Fealty, can be found here: https://www.amazon.com/Fealty-Ricky-Ray/dp/191247722X

Ricky Ray was born in Florida and educated at Columbia University. He is the author of Fealty (Eyewear, 2018) and the founding editor of Rascal: a Journal of Ecology, Literature and Art. His recent work can be found in The American Scholar, The Matador Review, Amaryllis, Scintilla and One. His awards include the Cormac McCarthy Prize, the Ron McFarland Poetry Prize, the Fortnight Poetry Prize, and a Whisper River Poetry Prize. He lives in Harlem with his wife, three cats and a Labradetter. Their bed, like any good home of the heart, is frequently overcrowded. Visit rickyray.co and rascaljournal.com for more.

Please also consider checking out a wonderful cause that Ricky is passionate about: https://www.wildbirdfund.org/ Their mission is to provide medical care and rehabilitation to native and passing migrant wildlife so that they can be released back into the wild. And to educate New Yorkers about the rich diversity of the city’s wildlife and how to help it thrive.

 

(Featured) Through the Veil

A woman sings, when I was born,
I stepped through the veil. Her mother
and father are myths she’s still making.

His dark skin, whether sun or melanin,
darkens as his Harley thunders
down the highway, sweat in his beard,

a single point in his mind where
she could curl up and fall asleep.
Her mother has scars on her back

from where they removed the wings.
No angel, she studied the butterflies
and joined them; was caught the day

she picked up her legs and flew.
The woman’s friends trust her with secrets.
She puts them where she came from:

she cannot reveal what she never knew.
When she waves goodbye with the light
behind her, her friends mistake her hands

for birds. They are, but she holds them in.
She’s afraid of giving birth. As a child,
she couldn’t find herself in the color wheel,

so she turned to soil, and in the sundown silt
where her legs became flippers in the delta,
she found her hue. She asked it why?

It said something she couldn’t hear.
In her dreams, the words are coming
clear as the coal cries in the mountain,

mixing men with rock as the tunnel
folds, the pressures of life
forcing us to bear diamonds.

They will be taken in blood.
She tells the birds in her to build
their nests over the shiny parts.

Ricky Ray was born in Florida and educated at Columbia University. He is the author of Fealty (Eyewear, 2018) and the founding editor of Rascal: a Journal of Ecology, Literature and Art. His recent work can be found in The American Scholar, The Matador Review, Amaryllis, Scintilla and One. His awards include the Cormac McCarthy Prize, the Ron McFarland Poetry Prize, the Fortnight Poetry Prize, and a Whisper River Poetry Prize. He lives in Harlem with his wife, three cats and a Labradetter. Their bed, like any good home of the heart, is frequently overcrowded. Visit rickyray.co and rascaljournal.com for more.

Ricky’s latest book, Fealty, can be found here: https://www.amazon.com/Fealty-Ricky-Ray/dp/191247722X

Please also consider checking out a wonderful cause that Ricky is passionate about: https://www.wildbirdfund.org/ Their mission is to provide medical care and rehabilitation to native and passing migrant wildlife so that they can be released back into the wild. And to educate New Yorkers about the rich diversity of the city’s wildlife and how to help it thrive.

(Featured) An Experimental Foray Into Acceptance

Hello everyone! Today is the first day that All You Need Is Unicorns is featuring original work by other writers. We don’t own any of these works, we just want to share these works with you with their permission. We’re going to be doing this every Friday, so it will be called #featurefriday!

We love the idea of sharing ideas and thoughts and art. We love the inspiration that others’ words give to our own creativity.

If you’d like your poetry featured on our site, feel free to send us some poetry, prose, haikus, lyrics, art, whatever floats your fancy.

So, it is with great pleasure that we showcase this first piece. We think it is fantastic. Let us know what you think!

An Experimental Foray Into Acceptance

The taste of bitter gourd is a stale pale
Scorch of yesteryear’s fire in my taut mouth
Along with hard things that were left unsaid
I press my cheeks inside making more spit
Letting go easy-down my throat the words
That used to explain you (heartbeat, heart-keep)
Willing hard for tasteless saliva to
Neutralize the newly rough tang of them
My tongue moves restlessly towards sweetness
Without even knowing where sweetness would
Again come, and soon as I’ve rid the un-
Pleasant intruder on my buds (you were)
I take another bite of the melon
And swallow more, more down, down the gullet

Jasmine-Green Milk Tea is a simple poet who enjoys the simple things in life, which includes good food, good liquor and good vibes 🙂  Check out their website at: http://poem.icecreamsoup.net