5 tips for Editing Poetry Books

I have recently edited a few poetry books for fellow poets. I find that most poets, find it hard to edit their own poems and a second opinion is sometimes necessary to get out of their own head. I must admit that I never hired a poetry editor for my three poetry books, but I had a particular vision and look that I knew I wanted for my poems.

If you are looking for a poetry editor or you are editing your poems yourself here are 5 tips that worked for me and how I go about editing poetry books.

  1. After every draft, you should put your manuscript away for over two weeks and clear your mind. As many times as you go through your manuscript, is as many times you must put it aside. This ensures that you start fresh every time and believe me, every time you read it, you will find something that you need to correct or revise. Do this up until there is nothing left to rewrite. Do not settle until you feel your book is done. Eventually, you will know.
  2. You can divide your poetry book into sections or parts with titles so that it flows for the reader. Also, a table of contents with the list of poems at the beginning of the book is always helpful to quickly find a poem. Lately, some poets are not using any titles or table of contents…if you choose to do so, make sure that you divide your book into sections such as loss, healing, love, death, etc. so that there is some kind of order. There are not many rules in poetry and anything may go for certain poets, but in my experience, the books that have no titles or breaks are hard to read and difficult to distinguish one poem from the next.
  3. Every poetry book needs a Copyright page, a Dedication page, Acknowledgements page, at the beginning of the book and an About the Author Page at the end of the book. Number your pages. Look at the poetry books in your library and see how the professionals do it.
  4. Format, font and presentation are an integral part of a poetry book. Pay an expert to create your file in pdf with the appropriate poetic fonts and alignments. Equally, cover art and a blurb brings the book together as a whole.
  5. Make sure the poetry editor you hire has experience, knowledge and a grasp of poetic terms.

Good luck in the editing process, this is the hardest part of writing. As Ernest Hemingway wrote, ” The first draft of everything is shit.”

 

 

 

 

New chapbook

Hey lovely souls of WordPress & bloggers,

 

I am so excited to announce that I have put together a chapbook and it will soon be released by a publishing company run by my poet friend Chris. I will slowly reveal the details as soon as I can. Just know, that my book is going to be one of the first released under this company and it brings me great joy to share with you some new poems that I practically wrote in forty-eight hours straight. Hardly ate, hardly slept. Wrote the words like waterfalls.

I am on the first draft right now, and I will be editing and working hard to create a chapbook for my readers. I dedicate this chapbook to all of you who read me and support me.

 

I want to thank you for reading and commenting on my work. Without you guys none of this would be possible. My passion is writing, and I have written books and I am still working on a novel…however poetry is closer to my heart than anything else. It is that instant downpour of emotions that comes out. Sometimes it’s not personal at all, it could be the news, a conversation I overheard, a dialogue, a word, all these inspire me and help me to write better.

 

Thank you for being here with me.

All my best,

 

Chrissy x

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love and Vodka

it was the vodka

combined with your eyes

that gave me your

love in a shot glass.

I drank all of you

and wanted more.

the vodka killed me

the cigarettes destroyed me,

but your love

it fucking created me.

 

 

from my new book Love & Vodka, see link below. Available at all on-line bookstores worldwide.

thank you 🙂

Book review of Five Days of Falling.

imageIf you want to read poetry that can be compared to the beauty of the universe then buy this book. I folded so many poems I lost track. The romance in Five Days of Falling is dripping from each page. It is so full of longing and ache, heartache and love, I swear I wanted to go slower and relish in each poem, but I couldn’t stop from reading it all. I follow Dan @5daysoffalling on Twitter and was astounded at what Dan can do within 140 characters, so I took a chance and bought his book. I was not disappointed. In fact, I am disappointed there were not more poems! I recommend this poetry book to all the lovers out there who yearn for the one they want, for all the people who can appreciate the beauty of poetry and the heights and lows it can take you to. Bravo, Dan! Absolutely loved it.
Five Days of Falling by Tokens of Silence

Excerpt from my chapbook

My chapbook is sold here: http://gold.upstreammerch.com/products/your-ink-on-my-soul-chapbook-by-christina-strigas

And here is an excerpt from my chapbook. I am also doing a book signing in Pointe-Claire at Chapters Indigo on Sunday, April 10th from 11-5 p.m. Starbucks upstairs, so come and meet me.

My poetry book is going to be released in June. All illustrations in my poetry book by Kate Theodosiou.

Follow me on Instagram to win a free signed copy of chapbook. c.strigas_sexyasspoet

Thank you so much for you support & much love.

Break

Hello my fellow writers and artsy friends,

I am taking some time off to work on my new project: my poetry book which has recently been accepted by a new and upcoming publishing company 451Press from California.

For some reason, I never thought I’d do it, but somehow or other it happened. It happened oddly enough, when

there was death and sorrow surrounding me, it happened one day in my kitchen when my niece grabbed my phone and made me ( despite my arguing against her and Metaxa drowning) an Instagram account…one thing led to another and timing and place and time exploded like a magical night of lovemaking. I can compare poetry with lovemaking because for me that’s as close as I get to it. It’s in my blood, as Greek and alive as that has made me feel, poems have created a world for me that I can delve into and understand. It’s a sort of gift, but at the same time I write every day along with my morning coffee. I write in my head and when I sleep…believe me the words don’t stop…

As a teacher as well, this is the crazy part of the year so I am taking some time off of my blog to put together my pre-k end of year activities/graduation/ gifts and all the fun stuff that go along with this amazing job of teaching young children.

Don’t forget that my book Crush can be found on Amazon.ca ( paranormal romance).

I really want to thank you all for inspiring me to collect my poems into an anthology, without your encouragement, perhaps this book would never have come about. I know it’s just another book of poems and who buys poetry books anyway, right?. Who cares? Believe me, I’ve heard it all…but, the few that do, are right here and I am grateful.

Peace. Love to All.

Chrissy x

Piling mistakes like old poems

you should not have let

me in. i will eat you

alive. and

you will

want more.

while i run

in the opposite direction.

dive into all the

oceans. list of highways.

skip crossroads. until

i stop in front

of the moon. and

close all the roads

that lead to you.

you should have known

it would come to this.

i can’t wake up at

three a.m in the rain,

wind and confusion. it

could be insatiable. lust

and greed. forget the money.

it doesn’t exist between the

metaphors. jewelry and crosses

under the mats with the keys,

sex is the drive, desire

and A+ awards

on poetic shit means

nothing here. touch

and unwritten poems

can burn. find the words

i need to hear and

fuck the rest.

Hoodie

keep your hoodie on
stare into my extreme distance
yet with a touch of a button
I could be right in your trance
I like the rhythm of your hands
as they soothe my ruffled words
my constant negative off shore lands
at your doorstep along with my birds
cannot go far without them
you in my head
lay me sweetly on your turned hem
adore the French, Italian, Spanish food
as you feed me their pots of stories
each lover unique Yet obscure
ready to lure
you in
intrigue you with secret recipes
aren’t we too old for that game so untrue
to our claimed values
of pop culture phenomena, the blues.
Enter my booth made of church wood pew
tell me everything and all that I knew
without a glance
three times I heard your voice in my fated chance
to see how your breath tastes in mine
to let the suds dissolve in their own time.
Nothing is certain
draw the red velvet curtain
just kiss me
under the sycamore tree
.
You have all the beauty inside you

if only you could open your heart

and see how
.
Sunday is meant to be with your lover

and if you can make any other day

a Sunday you have the magic

in you.

September Poems 3.

When you are that close

I hold my breath.

I wanted to leave

a story full of poems

for your closed eyelids

my treasured gift for you

but you get so many of those

that another one gets lost in the maze.

I guess I could take so much more pain

than I ever thought possible

taking advice from a nineteen year old

while listening to Louis Armstrong

modern and ancient meet in my head

collide and inhale that rough voice

with the air

gasping and imagining

that hot sweaty jazz club

in Chicago

where we met

for the first time

during the solo.

Now all is forgotten

buried in tarnished boxes

but suddenly the scene switches

to the Modern fucking world

and Neko Case

is singing Furnace Room Lullaby

and I hide

away from that part in the song

that can destroy every part of me

easier than your words can ever do.

It is alright though

my books of poetry

will probably never get done

I will hold them adrift

through my apartment

where I’m not so high in the sky

but I could run up the stairs like a teenager

above the squirrels

hiding always hiding

but I hear them

as I hear you

in the silence.

Sometimes not even a beating heart is near me

only the heat on my face flushing me

from my mom’s chicken soup

with lots of lemon and egg whites

apparently it heals all, she says.

I’m beginning to believe in the healing of food

more than love.