In September I saw a CFS from Dust Poetry Magazine for chairs, photos of empty chairs, and a voice in me said, yes, send them something, do it, send something in. I don’t know if it is the current state of the world, but my inner me is becoming my outter me and I gotta tell ya it is really working out. I’ve submitted more stand -alone pieces this year than I ever have. Some have been received well and some have been thoroughly rejected.
I feel like I have nothing to lose at this point and everything to gain.
It can be that way for you too. I encourage you to do that thing you want to do. Do it now. Don’t wait! It might turn out or it might not. Thats ok. You’ll still learn something and have an experience.
As far as the submission went: It turned out, y’all!! My photo was including in a cool gallery of chairs! Check out the link and, I don’t know, look at my chair! Dust Poetry Mag Gallery
Greetings beautiful people! So much has happened this year! Some good, some extremely bad, and all the in between. I hope you’re all adjusting and doing what you need to do for your mental and physical wellbeing.
I’ve been writing, thankfully. I don’t 100% know how but it’s what keeps me going. Having to focus on that has been so helpful.
And just in case you missed the announcement Friday BLF Press is publishing my 1st chapbook of poems.
“This is Not About Love explores the complexities of human emotion and relationships via memory, experience, and imagination. Smith reminds us that love is not a singular emotion, and romantic relationships are not paramount to happiness.”
If you’re interested in reviewing, contact BLF Press (info@BLFPress.com) and you can preorder by clicking here
What a month! 30 poems 30 days! Congratulations! While this challenge was great in so many ways I am likely never doing it again. The unnecessary anxiety that hit late in the evening was too much!
I asked for a few suggestions on social media on what to write today’s poem on. I got some great suggestions: doors/beginnings and endings, triscuits (lol I wrote a short and silly bop for my friend Kristie).
The suggestion that is today’s poem was an elegy for April – Thanks, Stephanie!
Fare Thee Well
Like most things that come and go, we must mourn appropriately- April 2020!
So much changed. So much still to come. We don’t know. But we hold fast and let go. Let go!
Day 29! I don’t know what to say. A poem a day keeps the blahs away (unless you’re living through a pandemic and then it’s really hit or miss). Tonight’s poem is my attempt at a William Carlos Williams creation called Triversen (six tercets to put it simply).
The way she joked made me laugh deeply, but I should have wondered.
Those quick to give a laugh, or anything really, are usually hiding.
Laughter hides them from what they fear and makes it easier.
Easier to walk away, say goodbye, when the hard time comes.
I don’t know what it was that scared her enough to leave.
She was funny and so absolutely beautiful when she laughed.
Have y’all seen those Navy/Pentagon UfO 🛸 videos? Oh my goodness! What I’ve always known is coming out! But also the government thinks we are some dum-dums. This year is all about the truth coming out! I thought an echo poem would best speak to that.
UFOs in the sky now? Now the government thinks we’re fools! Fools killing us one by one by one! Un- do what they’ve done to your minds. Mind what your parents & teachers taught you! You matter! This life is up to you!!
Today’s poem/piece is a simple affirmation. I need an extra bit of motivation as I’ve been working on a sestina that isn’t quite there yet. I’ll get it, I’m sure. Hope this motivates and inspires you too.
I observe. I think. I reflect. I create. I am.
Now I think tacos are in order! Enjoy your weekend! 💖
Happy Friday! Happy 24th day of National Poetry Month! How you doing? You good? I’m good. I hope you are.
I wrote today’s poem after reading a short article about glowing sand. Photoplankton and other dilly-bops give it its color. And I decided to play with the word blue and create a rhyme scheme of my own. Here we go:
Away, you and I to Manzanita where the sand glows blue and the water soothes. We’ll be surrounded by blue. We’ll float (or fly) however we choose. And of each other we’ll be blue; taking time to pursue our coming together.
This turned out pretty clean. I like the play of the word blue (*note I am using the italicized blue here to mean informed/know as W.M. Thackeray used “blue” in his writing about women.) I thought I’d give it a shot.