Submission Madness

In "the Secret Life of Adrian Mole aged 13 3/4", by the hilarious Sue Townsend, Adrian's class is on a field trip when the bus driver, driven to the ends of his nerves, submits to motorway madness. All of the kids arrive home safely, but shaken, and the bus driver gets a well-deserved rest. We've all…

Playing with words

And polishing the kitchen in an attempt to clear the mind. It's amazing how ammonia and water can clean surfaces and sinuses and brain waves with equal efficiency. One is somehow and oddly immediately in need of some Lewis Carroll. And so, herein: "Jabberwocky" 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in…

Wonderful blog by Amanda Earl

And some fun poetry exercises to try...homosyntaxism! http://amandaearl.blogspot.ca/2014/04/oulipost-24-homosyntaxism.html And here's the originating Oulipost site: http://www.foundpoetryreview.com/blog/oulipost-24-homosyntaxism/

The utter joy of a secondhand bookstore

The other day I found a treasure at a used bookstore. It is this book, selected Prose and Poetry of Poe, with the introduction by W.H.Auden. Now, I haven't started on the Poe part yet, but I am suffused with joy at the introduction. Must say, the more I know Auden, the more I put…

Aubade, by Philip Larkin

Love Larkin's poetry. This one, an aubade, or a dawn song, usually apparently written by a departing lover looking at a sleeping woman, I'm posting for two reasons - first, to remind me I want to try my hand at this format, which deals with separation, distance, longing; and second; because it is both beautiful…

Marginalia by Billy Collins

From the fabulous blog, Brainpickings. MARGINALIA by BILLY COLLINS Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. If I could just get my hands on you, Kierkegaard, or Conor Cruise O’Brien, they seem to say, I would bolt the door and beat some…

Poetry published on OHForgery…

Learning again Sonnet  When I was just a tiny girl I used to want to find my boy But now that my whole life's awhirl I find that men, they do annoy. They want a gal to fill their tum And keep them warm and often touched Unless I cheer them, they are glum And…

That is not it, at all

One of the favorite men I've had the pleasure to know did this screen print for me when we were at university together. He wrote "that is not it at all" on the bottom, whether as a message to me or a title. I was too ashamed to ask what he meant - back then,…

Creativity and NaNoWriMo and letting yourself play

The creative impulse is a tricky one. These paintings were done by my dad while somewhat high on morphine for his cancer. They're different than any of his other paintings and I've always loved them. Well, in truth, I finished the pregnant lady one for him - he'd drawn it but not painted it. I…

From Rob Breszny

All night I could not sleep Because of the moonlight on my bed. I kept on hearing a voice calling: Out of Nowhere, Nothing answered "yes." - Zi Ye, translated by Arthur Waley, *A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems*