by Jason Bovberg | Jun 25, 2012 | Poetry
Ever since I saw Tod Browning’s Freaks (1931), I’ve had a sort of nightmarish fascination with that kind of sick, sideshow horror. It doesn’t help that my friend Kirk Whitham is obsessed with midgets. But it was that movie that cemented my own...
by Jason Bovberg | Jun 22, 2012 | Poetry
I have a thing for haikus. And burgers. And Subaru WRXs. I owned a WRX in the early part of this century and had a blast with it. Driving the Colorado backroads was spectacularly fun. I miss those days. Sigh. Anyway, I won a contest that was uniquely targeted to my...
by Jason Bovberg | Jun 19, 2012 | Poetry
Here’s a fun piece I did a while back, while writing The Naked Dame. I used this series of connective or narrative haikus as warmup toward writing the clipped prose of that novel. You can consider this a prelude to the novel, or at least a mini-story that takes...
by Jason Bovberg | Jun 8, 2012 | Poetry
Sometimes I like to explore the empowerment of children in situations where the odds are otherwise stacked against them. In this case, I went for the typical “abusive father” scenario and added a little vengeful magic to it. (This poem is at least...
by Jason Bovberg | Jun 2, 2012 | Poetry
There’s something uniquely odd about reading your creative work directly from the page to a gathered audience. You’re sharing something you’ve probably written in solitude, in silence; it may even be intensely personal, particularly in the case of...
by Jason Bovberg | May 31, 2012 | Poetry
Ah, the haiku. That ancient form of succinct phrase poetry, juxtaposing images or ideas, punctuated with syllabic constriction and line breaks, adhering strictly to the 5-7-5 structure. It is the yearning for revelation shared by author and reader. I hope to share a...
