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Poems & Publication

 I have been lax in noting that some of my poems have been selected for publication elsewhere.
 

Several of my poems are featured in the current issue of MatriFocus Web Magazine: The Making of Eve; the bubbling place; Fibromyalgia; and All Fall Down. I must confess that I was not familiar with this site before they contacted me, but I think I will enjoy it from now on. And, of course, it's always nice to have someone like your work enough to ask for it.

I think this may mean that I am now officially a Goddess-Woman. The goddess-daughter will be glad to hear it.
 

Tundra was published in the MiPOesias Cafe' Cafe' Edition. Cafe' Cafe' was a poetry board on Facebook, sadly now defunct -- but you can see some of its best work in this issue. I have been previously published at MiPOesias, here and here. And maybe elsewhere. I forget.
 

A few more of my poems have been added to my page at Poet's Corner on fiera Lingue: Winter; How does one come to believe in the moon?; Wolf Moon; and Richard.

If you haven't visited Poet's Corner lately, make some time to do so. It is a great privilege to be in such company, and I'm very grateful to Anny for including some of my work.

 

Finally, for those who count only publication on paper, my poem Raven will appear in The Raven: Soaring Through History, Legend & Lore, by Lynn Hassler from Rio Nuevo Publishers. I'm delighted by this, one of my poems in a book that, if I saw it on the shelf and had money in my pocket, I would buy.

It will be out soon -- I've not actually seen it yet -- but I'll let you know when it's available.

Breaking

A dear friend -- my rock -- is in Rangoon. Somewhere.

My once-hefty 15-year-old cat, Spike, is diminishing, diminishing, diminishing.

Little Lucy is limping.

I try, try to be in the moment. Only the present moment.

But something inside is breaking.

NaPoWriMo - The End

I promised to post a poem or a poetry-related post every day in April -- and I almost made it. But I hit the wall four days before the end, posting my last poem on Saturday, April 26th (or Tuesday the 29th, if you want to count this one.)  And this post is being written on Sunday, May 4th, not the end of April date at the head of the post. That's a cheat, to keep this post in the NaPoWriMo month.

Even though I didn't make it all the way through, I enjoyed this exercise. It kept me open, receptive to whatever presented itself. Though I didn't post every poem, I accepted every impulse -- and those that did not evolve into something postable may still be fertile seeds. We had a poem dance; several folks wrote pieces from my NaPoWriMo prompts; and Fran and Cindy helped me fill out the month.

I'm still a bit emptied-out, so posting may be slow for another few days. But I'll fill up again soon.

 And -- the sun is out!

What Matters

It doesn't matter that it's snowing in April,
and it doesn't matter that the wallet is scant.
Outside these windows, snow is blowing,
but inside the light is yellow and the table
is covered with food -- beans, corn, chicken,
tortillas. Around the table are the cooks
and the guests and the host, being guested
at her own table. There is root beer, dark
beer, ginger ale, vodka and orange juice,
salsa and avocados. There are limes.

There are old friends and new family.
There is goddaughter, laughing. The man
who cooked the meal is big and tattooed
from the neck down. His earlobes are
the size of condiment bowls. He should be
fierce. He should be frightening. Instead,
he fills the bellies of these recent strangers
with chile verde, sour cream and salsa.
It's cold out there. It snows, then hails,
then rains. In here, it's crowded, and warm.

 

colors [an old poem]

driving into a purple sky
    a red house      
    a yellow house

could i paint this?
    children running
    on a green field

then, the town square
    a domed building
    a military statue

who made these rules?

flags and banners
    boulevard trees
    bend in the wind

the aspen, singing
    could i paint this?
    all the blue light

NaPoWriMo

Today's poem.

NaPoWriMo

The lovely, laughing goddess-daughter is visiting, with her sweet tattoo-artist boyfriend.

They gave me today's poem.