Poetry, process, progress.

Category: NaBloPomo

The words leak out my ears

The words leak out my ears

I see that it has been a very long time since I posted here and believe me, it is not because I went into dry-storage. I taught poetry over the summer then went straight to a busy fall semester with three writing-intensive courses and of course, the onset of creative writing submission season. It has been a good year for me so far, with half of my goals met–I have placed more than twenty poems this year and my poem Things Found Along Boyer Road Between El Dorado, KS and the Dump from TAB was nominated for Best of the Net. The rest of my goals are still to happen. I don’t have an accepted book manuscript, but I have two manuscripts outs there, and one has been chugging its way up more than one press’s ladder. I do not have any Pushcart Prize nominations, my other goal, but the cutoff isn’t until December 1.

These may seem like strange goals in that all of them involve just plain luck. After all, there are lots and lots of good poetry out there and not all of it gets published. I set the goals anyway so that I do my part, the part that has little to do with luck: working every day on writing, revising, and sending out poems. If I don’t do it, the words may literally leak out my ears never to return, and that would be a shame. (more…)

Sometimes things happen: April and the NaBloPoMo challenge

Sometimes things happen: April and the NaBloPoMo challenge

It is hard to predict why some Aprils work and others don’t. One of my best years for the April Poetry Challenge was the year my mother died, although I did not know that then. What I did know was that she was taking almost as many hours as my job, even in a care facility. I didn’t grudge that time, but there were times I had to say no, like the time I was in heavy grading mode and there was a flood between me and her. She wanted me to come right away because the nurse would not come and get down a fresh pack of Depends from over the closet, saying that she had plenty. She was very upset when I tried to tell her it’s more than just raining–the road is closed and people are supposed to stay at home. I promised to call the desk for her and did, something that made me look like a fool but was somewhat less foolish than the runs to the facility when her hallucinations (from congestive heart failure, something no one warns you about) made her seek her own justice.

That April was possibly the best challenge ever. (more…)

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