Boom box boy
bouncing to the smoke pit
announcing your existence-
loudly.
Stride on
Caught in a lost decade
I’m grateful as that music fades.
poem- That Year October 30, 2019
She loves you
Diamonds in the air
Twinkling in
Street lights’ silence.
Just a snow shovel’s scraping
In the distance.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Leaf buds, bursting hope.
Unfolding pastel visions
Relief.
She loves you
Summer green
Heat hovers in the air
Living breathing furnace.
And you know that can’t be bad.
Golden light illuminates scarlet visions.
I will never say you’re beautiful
I’ll be your friend forever.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
SiWC workshop notes- Diana’s Managing a Mob October 28, 2019
Here are my notes from Diana Gabaldon’s Managing a Mob workshop:
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Diana Gabaldon SiWC 2019
poem-rise October 25, 2019
Dust devil:
Gold, ochre, russet
curl in swirling surge,
fill the fifth floor window
in frenzied fandango.
.
(Like writers’ prayers)
@Surrey International Writing Conference.
haiku-hope October 16, 2019
There on the hillside
A puddle of brilliant light
Sun broken through clouds
poem-ten October 12, 2019
ten years ago
dream in pocket
breathless
learning to pitch a book
awed by everyone
talent
knowledge.
Wishing.
Today, I pull a bin
to my own author table.
I am awed at everything.
It’s just ten years.
Same space I pitched!
Now,
ten books to spread
for this event.
My words searching for homes.
A blink of time
those dreams
are truth.
.
.
I just realized that this month is the 10th anniversary of my first writing conference. I bravely registered for one day of the Surrey International Writers’ Conference, took my husband and our exchange student to Vancouver. While they spent a day exploring, I pitched my first book to the publisher who would eventually offer me a contract for it and had my first blue pencil with a professional author (Meg Tilley). Ten years later, I’ve been invited to sell at a Guest Author table, in the very same room I pitched in, and I will have ten books on my table to sell and sign. How astonishing. How quickly a decade passes! How amazing to see what happens when you take the risk!
poem-MIA October 9, 2019
I keep checking the email
Certain I’ve missed notification.
Maybe it’s time to accept
I missed the mark. Vexation.
Always the bridesmaid, never the bride
is better than missing the celebration.
When you’re sure this is the one,
anticipation’s crushed by negation.
poem-listening October 8, 2019
I hear you in the rain
pouring over me
cold,
drenching.
I’m drowning in you.
Upside down umbrella
beneath a drain spout.
See me tap dancing?
Oh, I’m singing
while you’re pouring
turning roads to light sucking ink.
I think the gutters overflow with you.
You’re sheets
fountains
water falls
rivers
you are an ocean.
I float.
poem-erroneous October 7, 2019
You can make things come true
when you believe them hard enough,
declare them to the universe
visualize the outcome
make it so
make it so
make it so.
Unless everyone in view
is believing, declaring, and visualizing, too
and there’s only room for one of you.
Yeah, that’s hard stuff
it could be worse
Don’t be glum.
Let it go
let it go
let it go.
Poem- creativity September 25, 2019
The burn is sizzling
Smoke from nostrils, ears.
Instead, I’m here;
I need to fuel flames,
Tend an inferno.
Blaze brilliantly,
But now I must douse
The burn in reality.
Shawn L. Bird 