Aging


Today’s contribution to the Tupelo Press 30/30 commitment:

Face can be lifted

Arms covered with long sleeves

Hands plumped with injections

Eyebrow and head hair dyed

You really know you are old

when your pubic hair turns grey.

Sunday Haiku


Mourning doves call at dawn

haunting echoes

I turn, drifting back to dreams.

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Note:  today is my birthday.  Spent the day at a soccer tournament in Midland/Odessa watching my grandson play club soccer.  Returned home to find, at last count, 82 birthday wishes on Facebook, greetings from all but two continents.  Feeling grateful.

Hey poets, be good literary citizens. No more excuses.


This post reiterates advice I would give myself. Additionally, I would add something I wish I had known a year ago before my book of poetry was published. No one told me that most writing contests require unpublished work. If you want to enter poetry contests, enter before you publish. Many contests even include work published in blogs as previously published. I continue to hunt for contests that allow previously published work. It seems few exist. If any of you writers out there know about such a contest, please let me know.

bripike's avatarBrianna Pike

With AWP (Association of Writers & Writing Programs) and National Poetry Month just around the corner, I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to be a working poet. I’ve got a couple of projects in the works for the month of April (updates to come soon) but I keep coming back to a piece of advice I’m always giving my students, which is that poetry doesn’t occur in a vacuum. Poetry is about the poet but it’s also about the community where the poet lives and works.

Admittedly, the idea of community is constantly evolving. Your community can be your workplace, the local bookstore or coffee shop you frequent or your local library. However, community can also mean something much bigger, especially in the wake  Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. I’ve blogged about my love affair with social media and the poetry world. This love centers around the fact that Facebook…

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Friday Haiku


Since taking blogging 101 through WordPress, I have decided to follow one of their recommendations and post at least one regular post regardless of what other types of content I may post other days of the week.  Therefore, every Friday, I will post at least one haiku.  Spring has sprung here.  Birds are singing and playing in the rain–it has rained off and on the last several days, a rather unusual event for the Panhandle of Texas–semi arid country for sure.

Here is my first Friday Haiku post in celebration of spring:

Cardinal bobbing in a cobalt bath

cedars trembling

portrait in red, green, and blue.

Favorite Authors and Books


The blogging 101 assignment today told me to use a prompt of some sort.  I scrolled through the various suggestions and came up with this one.

My all time favorite author is Leslie Marmon Silko from Laguna Pueblo.  Although her novel, Ceremony, is the most famous of her books, I prefer Storyteller.  The title comes from the long American Indian tradition of story telling plus it is also the title of one of the short stories in the book.  Storyteller contains a compilation of family photos, poems, anecdotes, and short stories, including my all time favorite short story, Yellow Woman.  By now I have probably read that story at least fifty times.  I jokingly refer to my occasional need to read it as getting my Yellow Woman Fix.  Every time I read it, I ask myself why I love this story so much?  Honestly, I have no clue, none at all.  The story speaks to me in a way like no other and I cannot figure out exactly why.  Perhaps some friend out there in blogging land or even a stranger may tell me.  Who knows?

Another of my favorite books is Moonlight on the Avenue of Faith by Gina Nahai, an Iranian Jewish woman who now lives in California.  This book reminds me of all the Latin American magical realism books I also enjoy.  The heroine of this book is not an ordinary woman.  For one thing, she flies. Often, I have asked myself why some Iranian novels remind me of Latin American novels and short stories.  If I were to go back to graduate school to study literature, I think I would explore this further.  For now, however, I simply wonder about this similarity and possible causes.  For those interested in Iranian history, and more particulary about the history of the Jewish people in Iran, I always recommend Cry of the Peacock by Nahai.  It traces the history of a Jewish family there for seven generations.

Other favorite authors include Julia Alvarez, Isabelle Allende, Louise Erdrich, M. Scott Momaday, and Gabriel Garcia Marquez.  Although he is most famous for One Hundred Years of Solitude, my favorite book of Marquez’s is The General in His Labyrinth about the life and death of Simon Bolivar, the liberator of much of South America from Spanish rule.

As for poetry, Storyteller is the only book listed above that contains poetry.  When I ask myself about favorite poets, I think of William Butler Yeats, Joy Harjo, Sherman Alexie–who inspired one of the poems in my book, and, of course, Silko.  A unique poetry book, Carver, my Marilyn Nelson gives a biography of George Washington Carver in poems.  I learned a lot reading that book, especially since I am always looking for new ideas on writing poems for my own writing practice.

Finally, I hope some of those who read this respond with their favorites.

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Haiku Adventure–Part Eight


Before I began this adventure, haiku’s popularity bypassed me totally.  Hence, I remain astonished at how many people like my haiku posts and how many followers I gained with them.  This post not only continues this particular adventure, but also focuses on heroes.  Who are your heroes, why?  One of mine is Pancho Villa.  I admire revolutionaries, Robin Hoods, people who take risks to help the poor, downtrodden, disenfranchised.  This post is dedicated to Pancho Villa:

Pancho Villa frowning in the midday sun

bandolier crossed

brave enough to invade New Mexico.

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Haiku Adventure-Part Seven


This rather short adventure was an experiment soon to end.  Since my haiku posts generated so many positive responses, I may consider its continuance.  My most recent adventure, however, is to take Word Press’ Blogging 101 in spite of the fact that I have been blogging for more than three years.  I feel certain I can learn something new.  For now here is another haiku.

Three large purple onions

waiting

mother’s old stoneware bowl.

Haiku Adventure-Part Six


Last week the following fit the circumstances:

French doors open in February

waiting

only rocks and barren trees

Then this week occurred:

Yesterday, I frolicked in a summer sun

Today, ice and snow blast from the northeast

bipolar weather

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Haiku Adventure–Part Five


Since I spend the majority of my waking hours with high school students…

innuendo filled room

young males

too much testosterone

For nearly as long as I can recall, meditation has been a daily routine.  Birds of all sorts live out here in the country with me.

slowly breathe in

breathe out

a hoot owl echo invades

Haiku Adventure–Part Four


I teach British literature to high school seniors.  This past Wed. essays were due.  Since day one, I warned them about cheating and plagiarism. “I will catch you.”  Here is what occurred:

copy word for word for word

plagiarism

I did’t think you’d catch me.