new poem acceptance

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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.

winter wish

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credit - Cynthia Brackett-Vincent

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.

Mary Pierce Brosmer: Feeding the Roots

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… we live on the edge of people’s understanding and on the edge of millennia of misunderstanding what lies at the root of all the damage we have done to one another and to the planet: the denigration of the feminine. Mary Pierce Brosmer: Feeding the Roots.

credit - unicorniodedeusa

credit – unicorniodedeusa

i’ll stay dumb, thanks so much

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My 'antique' cell phone

It may be dumb, but it still works just fine!

Every time folks look at my cell phone, they have a hard time suppressing the expression on their faces that says, ‘How do you get that antique to work, anyway?‘ When I patiently remind my students to email me the night before group to inform me of the next day’s absence – because I have neither internet at the writing studio, nor smart phone – they do not seem to register my meaning. Even last week, when I was at the Verizon store purchasing a smart phone for my daughter, she, the salesman and my husband tried their best to persuade me to buy one for myself. I simply could not figure out a reason to do so.

OK, maybe I am the dinosaur here. Continue reading