Wombwell Rainbow Book Interviews: Eye Flusher by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Ryan Quinn Flanagan

is a Canadian born author presently residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario Canada. His work has been published both in print and online in such places as The New York Quarterly, Windsor Review, Vallum, The Antigonish Review, CV2, Horror Sleaze Trash, Evergreen Review, Your One Phone Call and In Between Hangovers.

The Interview

1. How did you decide on the order of the poems?

Flow is very important to me. I treat it like building a music album in many ways. Outside of that prime focus, I also try to avoid theme-related poems being too close together in the book. I am also always conscious of the letter of the alphabet that the title of the poem leads off with and split the poems up this way in a secondary fashion to ensure the reading experience is also more aesthetically pleasing that way as I personally find repeat letting in titles back-to-back very obvious to me when I am reading someone else’s work. Outside of that, there are not many other deciding factors. Flow is key to everything, really!

2. How important is form in your poetry?

Whereas flow is of central importance, form is much less so. I enjoy the differences in aspect and even just visually on the page, but outside of aesthetics, form is not a key consideration for me unless I am writing a book of more experimental poetry (of which I’ve done twice before). Form is key to those more experimental offerings where I tend to get much more playful with form within the medium. But overall, form plays a minimal role with the majority of my work.

3. In your book there is a focus on relationships between men and women, usually from the male perspective. Hoe important is this for you?

I personally feel the dynamic between men and women is both central to lots of art and quite comical at times. Our human fallibility really seems to come through in such relations which is great when expressing it in writing or art etc. I write almost solely from the male perspective because that is what I know best as a man. That old adage: write what you know. But yes, for me the men/women thing provides great lessons and far greater comedy. It is a messy existence we lead indeed.

4. How important are American idioms in your poetry?

American idioms do play a prominent part in my poetry, as do Canadian ones. But being a Canadian writer, having the US as a big brother right next door ensures that familiarity with and common usage of such American idioms inevitably seeps into your work. Al Purdy, one of my favourite Canadian writers, was a Canadian cultural nationalist in many respects and railed against dominance or intrusion into Canadian art and expression. While I really enjoy Purdy’s work, I do not share his hang ups with American dominance dwarfing Canadian expression. I can see where he is coming from, but for me it is all writing and part of who I am and I feel no need to be simply a Canadian writer or champion. Additionally, my wife and I travel (before Covid) to the States quite a bit, so there is plenty of writing about our time there that reflects that as well as our time in Europe. I am a Canadian, but I am of the world first and foremost. Without strict adherence to borders or culturally-specific fare.

4.1. Why do American and Canadian idioms play such a prominent part in your poetry?

American idioms do play a prominent part in my poetry, as do Canadian ones. But being a Canadian writer, having the US as a big brother right next door ensures that familiarity with and common usage of such American idioms inevitably seeps into your work. Al Purdy, one of my favourite Canadian writers, was a Canadian cultural nationalist in many respects and railed against dominance or intrusion into Canandian art and expression. While I really enjoy Purdy’s work, I do not share his hang ups with American dominance dwarfing Canadian expression. I can see where he is coming from, but for me it is all writing and part of who I am and I feel no need to be simply a Canadian writer or champion. Additionally, my wife and I travel (before Covid) to the States quite a bit, so there is plenty of writing about our time there that reflects that as well as our time in Europe. I am a Canadian, but I am of the world first and foremost. Without strict adherence to borders or culturally-specific fare.

5. Domestic detail is very important, it seems, bugs in the ceiling light, how to balance a drink in a chain link fence. What fascinates you about this kind of detail?

Writing for me is all about capturing a moment in time, the smallest of details that stand out to me. I enjoy elevating those details to a standing they may not seemingly possess in everyday life so that I can try to use such detail to capture something beyond simple surface reiteration. That is where the poetry often lies for me, in the minutia of things that get highlighted in the way I come at things. Domestic detail is very important as well since it is often what is most central to all of our lives and therefore a simple and relatable. To capture the seemingly mundane in an interesting and artful way is of prime importance to me in my writing.

6. Why do you prefer narrative poetry to imagistic poetry?

I write both narrative and imagistic poetry, but I do tend to write more narrative poems because I feel that is the best way to be most relatable to the reader. Like that old saying about a Lou Reed song and how he made it feel like he was sitting right next to you on the couch in conversation, I really enjoy the idea of that kind of intimacy, even at a distance. The more imagistic poems are fun to write because I like to wander in my writing and sometimes just let the language and fast rush of images lead me wherever they wish to go. That can happen a bit with narrative as well, but the conversational/straight narrative skeleton is already there to work with, which is often not true with imagistic poetry I feel. But yes, relatability for the reader is something I take into consideration when writing and narrative poetry seems to me to be a good vehicle to achieve this.

6.1. The narrative delivery I find very like that in Raymond Chandler’s hard boiled detective novels. What do you think about this?

I think that is probably an apt comparison.  Although mine are not detective novels, I do view writing (and life) as a sort of investigation of things, and therefore a detective novel of sorts in some strange way.  Curiosity is at the heart of most writing I think, and art for that matter, so such a narrative delivery in my particular work seems quite natural to me.  It is also the way I speak/spoke and those around me often did as well so it is the most natural way for me to express things personally.  I really enjoy Raymond Chandler’s work, so the comparison is a nice one to have made as well

7. Why is it called “Eye Flusher”?

The title of the book is meant to not only signify a cleansing of my eyes through the physical act of writing it out, but also the word “flush” is used to mean “full” as well.  Since a lot of the poems possess strong observational aspects, it hints at a bit of sensory overload in many respects, one that I try to capture as best I can in the book.  The artwork for both the cover and interiors was done by fantastic artist Jeremey Moore after brief consultation with both myself and Mike Zone, the super cool editor-in-chief at Dumpster Fire Press.  It was a real team effort, which was very cool!  Overall, the title is meant to suggest a sensory experience, at least that was my intention.

9. How important is political poetry in your writing?

Politics plays a very small part in my writing. I am not a political person, have never once voted for anyone in any election in my life. Personally, I feel politics is just a dirty rigged system whereby the rich enrich themselves at the expense of the poor. As such, I find partisan political poetry of little interest to me and tend not to write about such things. I much prefer to focus on people and their lives (mine included), instead of dirty divisive politics. I have always felt that politics is the toilet brush of the people. I refuse to partake, both in my life and my writing.

10. What do you hope future readers will see in the wealth of your poetry publications

Above all else, I hope they see a certain level of truth and sincerity in my writing, as well as a biting humour that I hope gives them a good laugh. Humour is very important to me; I think a simple honest laughter is great for the soul. I hope readers also see quality work from someone who takes their craft seriously, but little else. I am a joker at heart.

11. Once they have read Eye-Flusher want do you want the reader to leave with?

I hope the reader leaves with a good laugh and an appreciation of some kind of truth I have tried to capture in the work. I try to be as relatable as possible in much of my writing and I hope that helps to add to an overall appreciation of the work as well.

20 June: On A Collage

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A collage of things found on a forest floor. AI using Midjourney

Day 20: Imagine you are a nature-inspired artist using materials found in the great outdoors.

On a Collage

In this secret chamber wood,
my knobby walking stick did break.

In these cloistered thick-thatched trees,
where light of day does rarely reach,

my walking stick,
though just a stick,

caught in a hole, a hare’s perhaps,
quite near a dry tree trunk.

It cracked as loud as gunshot,
a sound rising high as fireflies,

and there I fell upon the forest floor,
on a collage of leaves, and twigs,

my nose in roots and mushrooms,
and truly so much more.


Written for The Wildness Challenge Day 20. Imagine you are a nature-inspired artist. Describe the masterpiece you would create using materials found in the great outdoors.  Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.

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#TheWildness. Day 20. Imagine you are a nature-inspired artist. Describe the masterpiece you would create using materials found in the great outdoors. Please join Jane Dougherty, Misky and me in celebrating wildness all this month. I tried to get permission from the Wildlife Trust to use their #3ODaysWild as prompts but it was not forthcoming, so here are my own prompts with a little help from chatgbt. I will feature your draft published/unpublished poetry/short prose/artworks using the following prompts. Please include a short third person bio. Numbers refer to dates in June: Day 1. Describe the sounds you hear when you step outside your home. How does nature contribute to this musical work? 2. Write a letter to a tree or plant that you encounter on your daily walk. What would you say to it? 3. Imagine you could transform into any animal for a day. Which animal would you choose and why? 4. Write a short story about a magical encounter with a wild animal in your backyard. 5. Describe a peaceful moment spent observing a body of water. What emotions does it evoke in you? 6. Write a poem inspired by the vibrant colours and patterns of a butterfly’s wings. 7. Imagine you are a wildlife photographer. Describe the most breathtaking picture you have taken during your challenge. 8. Write about a favourite childhood memory spent in nature. How did it shape your connection with the natural world? 9. Create a dialogue between two different species of birds perched on a branch. What would they talk about? 10. Describe the texture and scent of wildflowers you encounter on your nature walks. How do they make you feel? 11. Write a persuasive essay on the importance of conserving and protecting local wildlife habitats. 12. Imagine you are a nature guide. Describe a walk you would take visitors on to showcase the beauty and diversity of your local environment. 13. Write a poem about the changing seasons and how they affect the behaviour of wildlife. 14. Imagine you are a detective investigating the disappearance of a rare animal. Describe your search for clues in the natural world. 15. Write a poem/flash fiction about a mischievous squirrel that causes chaos in your garden. 16. Describe a special moment when you felt truly connected to nature. What did it teach you about yourself and the world around you? 17. Write a letter to future generations, urging them to protect and cherish the natural world. 18. Create a detailed observation log of a specific species of bird that you have been monitoring throughout the challenge. 19. Write a poem inspired by the soothing sounds of a flowing stream or river. 20. Imagine you are a nature-inspired artist. Describe the masterpiece you would create using materials found in the great outdoors. 21. Write a short story about a group of friends who embark on an unforgettable camping trip in the wilderness. 22. Describe the most fascinating insect you have encountered during your challenge. What makes it unique? 23. Write a diary entry from the perspective of a tree, chronicling its experiences and the changes it witnesses over the course of a year. 24. Imagine you could communicate with one animal species. Which species would you choose and what would you ask them? 25. Describe a magical sunrise or sunset you have witnessed during your journey. How did it make you feel? 26. Write a letter to a future self, reflecting on the impact of the challenge on your relationship with nature. 27. Imagine you are a character in a wildlife-themed adventure novel. Describe the perilous situation you find yourself in and how you escape. 28. Write a poem celebrating the diversity and resilience of nature, even in the face of human challenges. 29. Describe the feeling of walking barefoot on cool, damp grass. How does it connect you to the Earth? 30. Write a short story about a hidden, enchanted forest where magical creatures dwell. What adventures await those who discover it? Feel free to adapt these prompts to suit your writing style or preferences.

micro forest photo by Paul Brookes

Not painting

Only a painter could look at golden grass stalks,
the shrinking of pink and white beneath the sun,
green, a spring memory gathered high in oak and fig trees,
and find the same hues among chalks, pastels and paints.

I look, follow bird tracks, the sharp scything of wings,
shadows in wind-ripples, hear shrill and sweet
voices calling, the murmur of spring water,
fill my head with the earth scents of hot hay,

and it seems too much to capture,
to spread like butter on a slice of white paper.

Jane Dougherty

Bios and Links

Jane Dougherty

lives and works in southwest France. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems and stories have been published in magazines and journals including Ogham Stone, the Ekphrastic Review, Black Bough Poetry, ink sweat and tears, Gleam, Nightingale & Sparrow, Green Ink and Brilliant Flash Fiction. She blogs at https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/ Her poetry chapbooks, thicker than water and birds and other feathers were published in October and November 2020.

Essaying Joni by Robin Lippincott

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Essaying Joni

by Robin Lippincott

I am writing to understand why, for over fifty years, Joni Mitchell has been such an important part of my life, has meant more to me than any other popular artist.

I grew up in Central Florida in the 1960s and ‘70s. The center of my hometown was a gas station, and most roads were unpaved. The population was around a thousand. I had never even heard of Picasso.

In 1971, I was with two acquaintances I looked up to, both older, in their early twenties; one was a singer and the other an actor. The room was dark. There was a lit candle; there may have been wine. They were discussing, in reverent tones, a singer, and more specifically, a song. The singer was Joni Mitchell, and the song, “A Case of You.” They mentioned octaves (a word I didn’t know), particularly that moment…

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Juneteenth 2023 from Reginald Johnson (R.D. Johnson)

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Juneteenth 2023

Chain around my neck Like I’m dangling off the plank Still in 2023 people got the nerve to pull some rank It took us to this decade for us to get some thanks And for us to not think this moment in time was a blank Blank space blank period Blank moment in time We were just trying to be free And being black wasn’t a crime Being black isn’t a punishment Yet it still feels like I do time Since there so many people in my ear and face Saying that I’ll be fine The day we celebrate 06/19 But people troll like 6ix9ine I don’t rock with all the bullshit I keep my third eye blind I keep in tact my mind No double taps just a grind Go back and research this holiday Be surprised what you find Can’t even fathom what you expect But…

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f*ck school Prose about Tom Waits by Chris Dean

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f’ck school

I can't find my shoes The dog ate my homework I hit the snooze And missed the bus This plastic chair hurts It's hard to think straight And I'm staring out the window Lost in my daydreams again But no one's yelling at me Because the classroom is empty As empty as my head And my tongue is coated in dust From eating the chalk Because the words on the board Didn't make sense So I tried to swallow them whole And the books are all written in braille And my calluses are too thick To feel the page And I keep raising my hand To ask for help But no one's there to To tell me why They say, "When you're ready, The teacher will come," So I'm still sitting in this room Waiting to be taught But it's warm outside My feet are bored And the…

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New Poem(s) from David L O’Nan about Marilyn Monroe (English & Italian)

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To Marilyn in Primavera affascinante

English:

A tragedy unfolds in this world of mine, Where happiness and sorrow intertwine, Where fame and fortune cannot hide the pain, And love is fleeting, a cruel and a fickle game. In search of love, I gave my heart away, To men who use and left me in disarray, My beauty, a curse that bought me fame, Also, the burden that drove me inside like Robert Johnson on that crossroads near Diablo. The world saw me as a sex symbol, a star, But who saw the brokenness that lurked not far? The pills, the alcohol, the endless despair with useless men, the cheap perfume wafting in the air. My soul was drowning, gasping for air, while men in suits looking disconcerned only wanting to see me bare. My life was like a movie, a tragic tale, of a woman who couldn't escape the pale…

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Poetry by Jared Morningstar Inspired by Jason Isbell

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Bio: Jared Morningstar is a high school English teacher and adjunct English professor at Saginaw Valley State University and Delta College. He writes about his interests and observations of the world around him. Morningstar has published three collections of poetry and prose (American Fries, American Reality, and A Slice of American Pie) through Alien Buddha Press, and he was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2020. He lives in Michigan with his wife and children.

Thank You (For Helping Me Learn How to be a Real Man)for Jason Isbell Thank you for telling us that you don’t know what being a real man means because, now, I don’t feel so alone. I’ve always preferred guitars over guns, and it made me an outcast growing up in a town where schools choose to celebrate Deer Season over Dr. King; violence and death over peace and love…

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Your Little Bottle of Wine By David L O’Nan inspired by Joni Mitchell/Don McLean

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Your Little Bottle Of Wine (in 2 parts)

Your little bottle of wine was always a source of comfort for you and your brother. In the late 60’s, you both lived in a world that was rapidly changing, and it seemed like the only constant was Joni Mitchell’s album “Ladies of the Canyon” and the wine you shared together.

You would sit for hours listening to the music, singing along to the lyrics, and discussing the state of the world. You talked about love, politics, and your dreams for the future. You both knew that the world was changing, but you didn’t know how much it would change you.

One day, your brother got drafted to Vietnam. You both knew it was a dangerous place, but he was determined to go and fight for his country. You gave him your little bottle of wine as a symbol of your bond…

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