This (last!) week’s Featured Poet Sierra Skinner interviewed.


A bit late, but I have finally got on top of things and posted Sierra’s interview — apologies for the delay!

Tell us about your poems.
My poems usually occur to me, like remembering the lines of a song, before I begin the writing process. Whatever is most present in my thoughts usually becomes my subject - lovesickness, empty intersections at 6am, the moan of the sea, psychology. I enjoy painting as well as writing, and use a lot of color imagery in my literary work as a result, I suppose. My poems are usually abstract little bits of my own personal mythology.

How long have you been writing?
I’ve been writing since I was very young, I don’t remember the exact age but it was around nine or so. My first poem was in French, written on a paper snowflake as a project for school.

Do you have any publications to your name? What’s the next stage for your work?
My only other publication aside from this one was in Bolts of Silk (which is an absolutely fantastic blog!) I’m not sure whats next for my writing, keeping at it I guess.

What do you think is your biggest poetic achievement to date?
My biggest poetic achievement to date was probably meeting one of my best friends through poetry. She is from Sweden, we met on a Canadian poetry message board for youth (http://youngpoets.ca, great little site) four years ago, and she flew over here last fall for a conference the site was holding at the Toronto Public Library. She decided to come here and meet me since I couldn’t attend. She loved Newfoundland and our foggy city and everybody here so much that she decided to stay here. She is one the kindest, smartest, most interesting people I’ve ever met… her very presence warms hearts, and I think we are all better people for knowing her.

What’s the best thing about writing poetry? And the worst?
The best thing about writing poetry is being able to see yourself and the world around you in such a dreamlike way. It comes from such a deep place, and seeing the words flow from your pen into something strange and beautiful that you didn’t know you contained is incredible. The worst is all the technical stuff that accompanies this… sort of drags you back down to earth.

Got any suggestions for young, upcoming poets?
Read everything you can get your hands on! Reading poetry, in addition to being a very peaceful pastime, can help you see the evolution of poetry over time, help you find inspiration and influence, and may even help you with experimenting with format and structure. You may even find a great mentor. And don’t just stick with poetry either, there are so many wonderfully poetic books of prose out there.

Who/what influences your poetry?
My surroundings influence me, the things I love, the people I love. My biggest influences over the years have been beautiful Newfoundland oceans and forests, the sounds of wildlife, my friends crazy on drugs and life, short-circuiting brains, Sylvia Plath & Ted Hughes, perpetual longing, people being disappointing and the bleakness that shrouds life sometimes.

First Light

light salted with translucent bullets of water
peers through the cracked wood,
the fractured, grimy glass.

this light is uninvited,
crashing my party,
peeking with miraze eyes
through dark plastic curtains,
cutting the brightness into
thin, gold beacons.

reflections of peppered flesh
and unraveling cotton;
the smudged fingerprints
like small, undiscovered
islands.

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2 Responses to “This (last!) week’s Featured Poet Sierra Skinner interviewed.”

  1. Regina Says:

    Oh, this is a lovely interview!
    Thanks Claire and Sierra!
    :)

  2. Weston T. Holder Says:

    I agree with Regina, who seems to comment on every FP.
    It is a lovely interview, and, just because I’m like this, a lovely-er poem.
    It seeped into my heart.

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