I recently bumped into a Twitter post, asking the writing community for suggestions on getting unstuck. Since my writing was somewhat stuck in potholes of busy-ness and avoidance myself, I was glad for some new inspiration. The clip above is a sampler of comments, plus wisdom below from a writer who is so generous in sharing her craft @ANNELAMOTT.
October was Poetry month for me! Thanks to four soul-quenching days at Kripalu in Western Massachusetts, I recharged my creative batteries and started filling my poetry notebook again. Then on Oct. 27, I headed over to Boston for a fun & mind-blowing evening of Poetry. I was invited, along with other New England contributors, to the launch party of Stonecoast Review’s Fall Issue #9. We braved torrential rainstorms to umbrella ourselves in the new Dudley Cafe in Roxbury. The space is quickly becoming a mecca for spoken word poets, youth empowerment, foodies and a diverse community of artists, activists and dreamers. My reading was cheered on by two dear writer friends from the Boston area: Peter Elikann, who I’ve known since high school; and Laura Krantz, a talented reporter for The Boston Globe.
Here’s how the evening was described by its organizer: Stonecoast MFA Graduate Assistant Lo Galluccio (poetry/creative non-fiction) has teamed up with the Boston area poetry series’ Stone Soup MC Chad Parenteau to hold a special release party reading for the Stonecoast Review Issue #9 on October 27th at the Dudley Café in Roxbury, Massachusetts. There will be an open mic at 7:30 pm (with a sign up at 7 pm) and three features: Stonecoast Review contributor and creative non-fiction writer, Lee Kahrs, Stonecoast Review Managing Editor and fiction writer, Emily Bernhard, and Boston performance poet Joseph “Skoot” Mosby.
Reading at the same mic with such talented writers and performers was amazing! Proof that when you send your work out into the Universe, you never know what doors might open. In the clip I’m reading one of my newer poems, “Stella Knows Sin.” This was recently published in Cold Lake Anthology, 2018 Writing from the Burlington Writer’s Workshop.
I worked hard earlier this month on two separate poetry submissions - polishing, questioning, reading aloud, re-writing, re-titling some pieces, and finally sending them off to meet deadlines. Whether or not I'm accepted, the process of submitting helps hone my craft. Since then, I've taken a trip to Knoxville TN to visit one of my sisters, celebrated the birth of a new grand-nephew, cared for our lovable chocolate lab grand-dog while our daughter was away, celebrated my birthday and the arrival of the Spring Issue of Rattle in my mailbox. I haven't done much writing.
It's easy to panic in times like this, when poems hide from me or don't flow easily. But today I looked through my notebook, and it's full of scribbling. Snippets of conversations overheard in the American Airlines terminal, ekphrastic impressions of a major piece of glasswork by Richard Jolley at the Knoxville Museum of Art, playful outdoor sculpture at the nearby Botanical Gardens. Spiral-bound phrases popped into my head at random moments. Here's a little sampler: "the Tree of Auspicious Fruit" "Will the trout get his fill at mealtime before the soaring eagle drops its talons?" "Where is the poem in foster care?" "Noise canceling headphones - 4th and 5th chakras exposed to the sun." For me, scribbling is part of my writing process -- a trail of visual and verbal bread crumbs to follow (or not) when I'm searching for new material. So don't be surprised if you see some of these phrases in a future poem of mine. My creative process doesn't travel in straight lines or adhere to a strict schedule. And that's fine with me.
So proud to be published in Tuck Magazine this week. Tuck is a online political, human rights and arts magazine curated by editor Michael Organ. Based in Canada, with global contributors and audience.
Robert Rothman is a California poet featured in the February 2018 Issue #36 of this literary journal, where I serve as Poetry Co-Editor. His poems positively drip with images and sensory details. Plus James Johnson's accompanying artwork selected by our Art Editor, Mark Benton, amplifies the poems so perfectly. It's no surprise I was especially drawn to his poem "Blackberries." Our family of four operated a small market garden in the late 90's, Blackberry Hill Gardens. The property came with a massive patch of cultivated blackberries. For several weeks every midsummer, we bled and swore and wore long sleeves and swatted mosquitoes while we tried to keep up with the harvest. We called it the "Mother Lode," and those berries fetched top dollar, nestled in half pints at the Burlington (VT) Farmers Market. We used our market earnings to take some memorable family vacations. Click here to read Robert's poems.