Sunday, January 10, 2016

Sunday Morning Wandering

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!


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 or on Facebook.

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!


Elephant's Child said...

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.

Linda O'Connell said...

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.

Anonymous said...

Congratulations. It's cold and windy here as well. Ick.

Linda O'Connell said...

I like the poem at the beginning of this post, also!

Lisa Ricard Claro said...

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!

Blogoratti said...

Congratulations and best wishes!

Marylin Warner said...

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!

Susan said...

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

Elephant's Child said...

Just back to say I LOVED War Baby.