Although the deadline for Pushcart Prize nominations snuck up on me this year, I am getting our nominations mailed out this week; a huge thank you to Carrie Wicks for assisting in the selection process.
Please visit the Mouse Tales Press blog for the nominations. Thank you!
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Sunday, November 23, 2014
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Catching up with Poetry
I took a bit of a hiatus from blogging over the last several months. I've missed it, but I’ve learned
some new things in life.
Like last week, I learned that I use my geometry
skills when I sew. Maybe that’s why putting together (or drawing) pattern pieces sometimes
hurts my brain.
I learned
that love helps me to accomplish things I may not have otherwise done (or even
had the belief I could do). For instance, even though I haven’t sewn much in around
twenty or so years, I built an entire cosplay costume for my daughter in about
five days. All in the name of love.
Piper as Satsuki |
I learned that I could heal health problems I've had for five years using only natural methods. That was a miracle to me. Sometime I will go into detail about that.
For now,
can you believe it’s nearly mid-November? I have only written a few poems for
the November PAD challenge. I was going to try to catch up, but I think I will
just do what I can (thanks, Pearl!). There are some things going on in
this crazy world that have made me sad. For now, I will leave them in this
poem, written using the prompts from day one through day thirteen.
She Rode off into the Distance |
Her Life Was Not Optional
I’m game, she said. Our time together,
again, has come to a close, we’ve pulled
the last blanket up on her, on days of playing
super hero. Keep this between us—
I am happy now where I am. It was her
compulsion to become timeless, both seen
and unseen all at once, something in the news,
someone people would talk about forever.
We all hope she is happy now wherever
she is, having blinded us all—those who knew her
and those who did not—by the pain she left
that night on the train even after it pushed on.
the last blanket up on her, on days of playing
super hero. Keep this between us—
I am happy now where I am. It was her
compulsion to become timeless, both seen
and unseen all at once, something in the news,
someone people would talk about forever.
We all hope she is happy now wherever
she is, having blinded us all—those who knew her
and those who did not—by the pain she left
that night on the train even after it pushed on.
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Prompts:
- Game Over
- Together Again
- Blanket
- Write a super hero poem/Write a super heroine poem.
- Keep this (blank)
- Happy now poem
- Compulsion
- Write a “blind” poem
- Write about something in the news
- (Blank) Trouble
- Timely poem/Timeless poem
- Write about something that cannot be seen
- Optional
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