This image pretty much says it all: twelve poems in twelve hours. Third time around. Completed all 12 each time. Now the question is: are any of them worthy of the light of day? We’ll see over the coming period of time …
Meanwhile, may I also congratulate my fellow poets who did either the Half Marathon (12 poems in 12 hours) or the Full Marathon (24 poems in 24 hours). It is a tribute to stamina, creativity, and poetic determination. We persisted!!!
It’s summer, and that means reviewing poetry collections for Mom Egg Review! The most recent review – We Became Summer, by Amy Barone – is now up.
It turns out that 750 words is not much when it comes to a thorough analysis of or even simple response to a full-length collection of poems. But if it is enough to help readers filter through the many options to match their interests to the offerings, then it is a job well-done.
Dos Gatos Press is releasing its third POETRY OF THE AMERICAN SOUTHWEST anthology early in 2018. Each poem in this new collection is precisely 100 words long. And they accepted my “Lonesome Boy-Cow,” inspired by our spring trip to Taos and a breath-taking sunset drive toward the mountains.
In accepting the poem, one of the editors wrote: “Sarah, we LOVE THE DESERT SCENE HERE.’
Moreover, following a brief interaction resulting in a modest tweak of the title and one word, he wrote “It is such a pleasure to work with writers who don’t get defensive (and aggressive) with an editor.”
Gotta say, I don’t generally get this kind of feedback from editors. You can imagine I was equally appreciative in my responses. A feel-good day all around.
credit – Cynthia Brackett-Vincent
Appears in current Fall/Winter 2013/2014 issue of Aurorean (inspired by ‘Imbolc,’ by Miriam Dyak)!
I want to regress into a world of fur and blood,
slow breathing hibernating me through the long cold
of winter, the way my dog, happy
in her hours of cuddled blanket sleeps the days
from meal to meal, oblivious to the clock’s turning
or the span of hunger that would stretch
into months were I not to feed her, walk, and feed again, releasing her back into the sleeping hours of fur
her pulse slowed by darkened hours of rest.
Today’s Daily Prompt: take words #4 and #14 from your favorite blog, making the title of this post “_____ is the new _____. “
credit- edgar jansen
Living is creating, a living process
creating the who and how of us
an expressive creation, in process.