I live in southeast PA between Philadelphia and the Pocono Mountains with my wife, daughters and a loyal dog. I earned an MFA in poetry from Bowling Green State University (Ohio) in 1993 where I was a Richard Devine Fellow. In 2010 I was selected as the Montgomery County Poet Laureate by Robert Bly. My poems have appeared in a variety of journals including The Literary Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, The Heartland Review, Cortland Review, Wisconsin Review, The Seattle Review, Schuylkill Valley Journal and others. For pay I’m a magazine and website editor.
In 2010 I started the Montco Wordshop, a monthly workshop for area poets. I also teach a workshop at Philadelphia’s Musehouse Writing Center. My collection The Trouble with Rivers was published this year by Foothills Publishing and can be ordered here. My favorite dry fly is the Parachute Adams. My favorite nymph is a basic Hare’s Ear with a brass bead. For bass I stick mostly to a Clouser Minnow (no relation) and sometimes a Murry Hellgrammite.
In volume 32 of the Schuylkill Valley Journal, Louis McKee wrote this article about my work.
If you want to contact me, find me on Facebook.
Follow on Twitter @GrantPoetCore
You can see some sample poems here.
The image at the top of the page is of Promised Land Lake in Promised Land State Park in Pennsylvania’s Pocono Mts. When I die I hope my ashes will be dumped into that water.
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Dear Sir,
I am author of three poetry books.
I have made one post in my web site above on 02.03.2011 on poems page entitled The Villagers Know What They Want
I write prose-poems most of the time.
Please comment on this poem.
With regards,
Asim Kumar Paul
02.03.2011
WE ARE THE FLAME
We cannot make little adjustments
and we are sentenced with dying consolidation
and soon fleeing comes as true
that bleeds, yet others are mute
and too murky is not our protest revelations.
We still want our world to be undeceived
a sacrifice is necessary to be saviour
we do not want compensation or assault on anyone
and streets are full of protests
with banners, “deceptions happened”,
in the seized territory.
Who tries to make us sidelined?
We still do not decide over our final task
and try to slowly distinguish the reality and the immorality,
penalty is bracing us instead
in the surprise of our understanding.
We hold flames when a neighbour collapses
when canny assaults capture dwelling places
that burns the body from the head to the feet,
we do catastrophically, in a way, hold dazzling flames
to make anyone know we are the morality.
The highest game becomes lively smearing fuels
we can douse the doctrine of elimination
even if a cruel apparatus is streaking behind us.
we can tear up yelling sounds
to create a deep sweet sound around us.
- Asim Kumar Paul
06.03.2011
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