'poetry' Category
one fish, two fish, red fish, little tiny fish
As bloggers go, I am a very small fish – I hardly ever get much attention, rarely more than a couple of comments per post. In general I don’t mind; it means that people respond when they’re been really interested in or touched by something I’ve said and not to just join a pile-on, and [...]
expand my horizons
I’ve seen lots of discussions on these lines about fiction, but who are some of the best poets of color writing today in English? (Note: I was going to say that you can skip mentioning some of the excellent poets who are already on my LJ friendslist, but on second thought I won’t – it [...]
stress: the blacklung of the new fey
Her highness of Elfland was losing her hair – the news was in all of the papers. Her Royal Coiffeuse, she of world-famous flair had taken to bed with the vapors. Consultants were summoned from all through the land, the broadsheets were pasted on trees: “Beauticians, magicians, bring custom or canned regrowth preparations. Help, please!” [...]
for friends
Two recent poems written for two very different friends – an old desert poet I know online and whose work I love, and the girl who sat next to me in seventh grade homeroom who has grown up into a strong and very interesting woman. for Steppe The beauty of a desert ridge is in [...]
accomplished
Today I: – biked to work and back again (after a hard row yesterday too, involving my friend L’s version of endurance training that basically has her playing greyhound to my hare) – wrote one poem (finished one I began yesterday, rather) and submitted two – began reading slush for Every Day Poets – finished [...]
farewell to another Atlantis
Last weekend, two things happened at Cape Canaveral: the final launch of the Space Shuttle Atlantis and the SFWA Nebula Awards meeting. Judging by my f-list, about as many of the assembled fantasy and SF writers as you’d expect went out to watch the launch – that is, most or all of them. I was [...]
two very different poems
The bad jet-lag poem, which I have managed to reconstruct: No one writes poems about jet lag. It’s probably obvious why – that fog in your head, those brain cells, now dead mean wordsmithing skills go bye-bye. No one writes poems about jet lag. You’re not really s’posed to complain Because you got to travel [...]
!!!!
I am way beyond “thrilled” and almost into “speechless” (seriously – it took me three days to even figure out how to say this) that I have been nominated for a Rhysling Award for Clotho Visits the Local Yarn Store, originally published in Twist Collective. That’s amazing company to be in. (I wonder if this [...]
She’s haunting me!
Perhaps more experienced writers can tell me: when you’ve published a poem or story or whatever on a given topic, and that topic comes up somewhere, how long does it take before it stops being really really hard not to say “Hey, I wrote a poem about that!” I mean, not to think it, but [...]
personal traditions
One of the worst things about being a stranger in a strange land is being far from everyone who celebrates your holidays as you do (which is, of course, The Only Right Way, whatever it is). That’s less of an issue with major holidays, we’ve got a fair chance of having Christmas with Ted’s folks [...]