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Small white whispers fall
From the concrete gray heavens
Winter earth listens
Yesterday’s snow was merely snow
flurries. Now this morning is extreme cold only, down to ten with a wind chill
below zero. The tea pot was extra friendly to see in the half light of a new
day. This is a weekend of reading, cooking, writing, laundry, and restless
sleep filled with faces of family long gone. It that inspiration stirring in my
head? Or fear of the future? Or unresolved issues of the past? I no longer can explain anything!
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The Ozark Writes Guild’s February
meeting in Branson will work with a chunk of poetry related sessions. Walter
Bargen, state poet laureate, will speak. Author Jan Morrill will do a session
on haiku. There is so much going on during this meeting. Check out OWL at http://www.ozarkswritersleague.com/
or on Facebook.
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Rat's
Ass is an online poetry journal with
attitude. The editor and I have been wrangling over words for six months. He
both encourages and tries to change some of my work. I fight it in some cases.
He has started a new issue called Ensuing Madness dealing with love-lust-sex
and challenged me to try. I didn't think this was for me, but the next week I
listened to OPT's Big Band Music and wrote. He took my lines. The issue is up
now but warning: some of the poems are racy and raunchy. Some are just
beautiful. You can read the poets alphabetically. I suggest Morning by James
Fowler, Ripe by Karie Fugett, and Tangerine Fingernails by Kathyaran McChan,
and War Baby by ME!
9 comments:
Huge congratulations. Moving out of your comfort zone AND being accepted must feel wonderful.
I have bookmarked the link and will explore when time is more my friend.
Ha-ha, all this time I thought you were referring to an editor as a rat's ass. CONGRATULATIONS on your poem acceptance. It is so visually stimulating, almost like watching an old movie, so visual.
Congratulations. It's cold and windy here as well. Ick.
I like the poem at the beginning of this post, also!
Don't tell me you don't know romance! LOVE your War Baby poem. And the last four lines of the first paragraph are close to poetry, too. AND the beginning poem is also lovely. Thanks for some great reading, Claudia!
Congratulations and best wishes!
Claudia, "War Baby" is superb! Your details have a rhythm and story-telling strength. All the way through, but especially "...The music changed, a throaty sax moaned, or was that her desire?
He pulled her close as the music slowed..." changes our expectation along with the music, and there's no doubt about the end result.
Well done. Congratulations!
I liked "War Baby," Claudia. Nice word painting. Congratulations!
It's a bitterly cold night here in western Massachusetts. We also had two inches of snow today. Not bad. It's been an almost snowless winter until now. Stay warm! Susan
Just back to say I LOVED War Baby.
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