Monthly Archives: February 2019

“Tuesday Afternoon at Magpie’s Grill”

Thrilled to have a new poem up at Nine Muses Poetry. This poem was written about my occasional time spent writing poetry at Magpie’s and named, appropriately, Tuesday Afternoon at Magpie’s Grill.

I

A big thank you to editor Annest Gwilym.

I hope you enjoy the trip into a writer’s thinking in this odd poem!

 

14 Comments

Filed under #AmWriting, #writerslife, Poetry, Publishing, Writing

Review of Kin Types in Latest Issue of Main Street Rag

Alice Osborn has reviewed my chapbook Kin Types for the new Winter 2019 issue of Main Street Rag. 

 

I love how she calls the book a “labor of love.”

It’s a beautiful issue with fiction and poetry, an essay, and quite a few book reviews, and best yet, it’s only $6! Click this link.

###

KIN TYPES IS AVAILABLE AT AMAZON:

###

Remember my kitty Tiger, star of The Bitch’s Tale? She has gotten a bit skinny, so I took her to the vet for bloodwork and urinalysis. Her kidney and liver values are now elevated, and she had to have an add-on test for pancreatitis. Please send positive vibes and prayers for Tiger that she just has slow aging issues and not a serious illness. I had thought Tiger was 14, but after recalculating and conferring with my son, we believe she is at least 15.

47 Comments

Filed under #writerlife, #writerslife, Book Review, Family history, Kin Types, Nonfiction, Poetry, Poetry book, Poetry Collection, Publishing, Writing

Favorite Outfits Never Really Leave You

I didn’t get much accomplished this week since I had to go to California for business and got caught in the floods there, delaying my return by one day. On the way to California, I saw an odd blimp out in the middle of the desert, just off the 10.

At the time, I found it confusing. Then I saw an article about Carnival Cruise Line starting a blimp campaign last year.  But the gardener saw a different article. That one said that the DEA is using blimps for border surveillance. Hmm. I guess it could be both. Truth is strange, as you know.

I’ve been working on my own version of Swedish Death Cleaning by trying to go through file drawers a little bit every day that I am home. I’m also finding objects and papery reminders which make me want to write more posts about the life of objects.

I found a couple of old photographs of one of my favorite outfits ever which led to a week-long meditation on “favorite outfits,” and the beginning of a possible poem. How many favorite outfits have you had in your life? I can count mine on both hands–maybe one hand.

I bought this one with my store discount from the fancy store in Kalamazoo where I worked when I first started college. It was called Jacobson’s, and they had an apparel store and a “store for the home,” but the prototype was probably Saks. This 3-piece jersey outfit was comfortable, and I loved the cream/vivid blue combination (although I’m not actually a blue person, probably half my favorite outfits have been blue or had blue in them). In these two photos you can see both the tank top and the jacket, but not the almost-palazzo pants. The beads were from work, too. I don’t know what ever happened to the outfit, but I suspect I literally wore it out. I never would have gotten rid of it otherwise. That’s how much I loved it. Best memory wearing it was in Jamaica, at our months-after-the-wedding honeymoon.

The man on the right is one of my uncles, and the other man was his FIL. I was serving punch at a family party. Isn’t it funny that seeing that outfit in the photos makes me as happy as wearing it used to? And why did I love that outfit so much more than anything else? I have always loved birds, and pheasants run loose on the fabric, but that’s only one aspect.

I can’t imagine feeling this way about what I wear today since I have it down to a uniform involving either yoga pants or Duluth Trading Company stretch pants along with a tunic, athletic shoes, and a ballcap.

Anybody else have those thoughts about favorite outfits of the past? Tell me about your favorites, please!

79 Comments

Filed under #AmWriting, #writerslife, Creative Nonfiction, Inspiration, Memoir, Nonfiction, Vintage American culture, Writing

This and That

My poem “Why We Wait for Rain” was published this past week by Red River Review. You can read it here: WHY WE WAIT FOR RAIN. The poem came about because Arizona has a very dry climate (usually), and the smell of rain just about does me in. It’s the creosote, just so you know.

I’m usually so lax about my submission process, including record-keeping and goals. But this year, as you might recall, I have set a goal for myself. This publication is the third one so far (although one of the others published five poems, I am counting publications, not pieces), and there is another one that will be published near the end of this month.

I had a lovely package to open the other day. Sheila Morris’ latest book, Four Ticket Ride, with a beautiful inscription and . . . wait for it, my name in the dedications! Made me so happy I could have cried if I wasn’t smiling. Read about it on Sheila’s blog here. I can’t wait to read it! Click the book image to purchase through Amazon.

Guess what’s coming up in March April?! NAPOWRIMO

Who is with me? Let’s write a poem a day, starting March April 1! I did it last year, and I felt quite productive! Of course, this year I will have company. That might cut into my productivity. Merril, a big thank you to you who pointed out my error. I won’t have as MUCH company in April (I think) as in March so actually April should be better for NAPOWRIMO.

This is a tangent, but the gardener and I bought some new flowers for the yard.

Cyclamen

Make it a lovely week, my dears.

60 Comments

Filed under #AmWriting, #amwriting, #NaPoWriMo, #writerlife, #writerslife, Books, Literary Journals, Poetry, Publishing

The Artist Date, Sort Of (Bowers Museum)

Last week I posted about the first Artist Date (Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way) I went on when my uncle was visiting. We visited the Teotihuacan exhibit at the Phoenix Art Museum.

A few days later we went to California for a brief trip, and while we were there, we visited the Bowers Museum in Orange County. All those years I lived in southern California, and I had never been there. I call these posts “The Artist Date, Sort of” because they are not solo excursions.

Lots of shadows on these pix. I hope you don’t mind because the objects are memorable.

The headhunters exhibit was quite unusual! I have to admit it did creep me out a bit.

These three “masks” below? Yup, real human skulls.

The weapons and body adornments were also creepy.

 

Why, YES, that necklace IS made of human teeth.

This headband is dog teeth.

The gallery of sculptures made of gemstones carved by Harold Van Pelt was stunning. So much of it looked like glass, but more gorgeous.

The museum has a beautiful Chinese exhibit.

We also visited the early California exhibit, as well as the beautiful realistic portraits and still lifes by William and Alberta McCloskey. After the museum, we stumbled upon a fabulous Japanese supermarket Mitsuwa, where we stocked up on gluten free Miso soup varieties and kimchees (OK, those are Korean, but we love kimchee). For dinner we visited The LAB antimall and a delicious Cuban restaurant called Habana. Both the supermarket and the restaurant need return visits from me :).

###

May I ask you if you will consider doing something? Will you sign a petition to the governor of Arizona about the need to close down Dolphinaris, the horror chamber for dolphins in the desert? As expected, the dolphins are dying at an unbelievable rate. Four of the eight dolphins have already died in only 16 months! Over the weekend, there was yet another demonstration, this one drawing hundreds, and because of the outcry Dolphin Quest that supplies the dolphins has terminated their contract with Dolphinaris. But this is just a battle won, not the war. Here is the link to the petition.

Take the Dolphins Out of the Desert

IF THE PETITION IS CLOSED, PLEASE WRITE TO GOVERNOR DUCEY AT THIS ADDRESS

###

I didn’t get too much writing done this week, but I stumbled across a binder of rejections and acceptances from when I was just starting out. I couldn’t believe how kind the rejecters were. They wrote handwritten notes, telling me what they liked and encouraging me. Quite a far cry from Submittable (the site most lit mags use for submissions) today where I am lucky to get a note with a rejection.  Most of the acceptances cracked me up. I can’t believe they took those crummy poems. It’s so embarrassing to read some of them. Actually, my stories were more well-written, but they had other problems.  Still, there were a couple of poems (maybe three) I still like.

But I did have a poem acceptance this week, so YAY!

Make it a good week!

34 Comments

Filed under #AmWriting, #writerslife, Art and Music, California, Publishing, Sightseeing & Travel, Writing