Listening to a Band


Yesterday my second daughter arrived from Thailand.  Biologically she is not my daughter, but rather my first exchange student six years ago.  We have kept in touch over the years and she is now here with me for a month.  Her best friend from high school here is also with us.  Tonight we went to the Palace Coffee in Canyon, Texas, to listen to a trio because the band leader is a friend of the friend.  This poem attempts to describe the music.

Long hair flying

except the drummer

Wild strumming

No picking

Guitar and bass

percussion not strings

Three percussion instruments

vibrating sound

until

suddenly

guitar becomes synthesizer

haunting, electronic

other dimensional.

Then

back to

three percussion instruments

vibrating sound

voices lost

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.

The Tupelo Press 30/30 Project


Today, one day late, I discovered this project for National Poetry Month and decided to commit to it by experimenting.  It requires writing a poem daily either on your own or following “instructions”.  Today’s directions included finding a nearby book, going to page 29, picking twenty words, and using them to write a poem:

crazy think

goofy people

worried together

leave bear

smudges on the glass

bloody floor

huge knives

packed sorrow on

a plastic table

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 No one told me that most writing contests require unpublished work.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.

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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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Linguistics 101: Appreciate Our Languages on World Language Day


Since many blogs are about all the different things that have to do with human language, I decided to repost this. Since this is World Language Day, it seemed especially appropriate.

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World Language Day is an event held by some universities in the U.S. to popularize knowledge of world cultures and languages among general public, particularly high school students (e.g. MSU,UNCO, etc). Being linguistics student myself, I couldn not help but join this endeavour. So this post is, in a sense, not specifically for writers/publishers, but for language users — which is all of us!

We all speak at least one language — in fact, more than half of the world’s population speak two or more languages (Tucker, 1999). Language is so ubiquitous that we can easily take it for granted, but it is also said to be one of the most central characteristics that set us off from other species on this planet. What is so special about human language? Why does it differ greatly from animal “languages”? Three properties make our language distinct from any other animal communication…

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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.

Gelada Baboons


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wall.”Last summer I spent a couple of days in Simien Mountains National Park, Ethiopia, one of the few places left on earth where these baboons still exist.  In the mist and rain one day, I accidentally walked in the middle of a large group. image

They remained unafraid and basically ignored me.  They are the only remaining grass eating primates.  The rest are all extinct.

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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