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Started July 1st 2019 for contests, etc. as other blogs are filling up and have other purposes.  I'm starting a new blog because
I'll be linking to
I've started an appendix (I no longer have one personally) to keep track of my Space Cadet journals for Space Blog. It's a work constantly under construction. Mind the mess.
I needed to start a folder for contests as there are so many deadlines and details to remember.
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2020 goals? Surely you joke. I had travel goals, including adding a country: Morocco. Canceled, lost money. I have no access to printers ... so much for booklets of poetry. I have had writing goals. October was brutal. With no life I stopped writing in my journal after 16 years... just started again. DJT made me so jumpy for 4 years my anxiety soared. Over? I hope so. 2021... see above. I'll write. I'll travel. I'll probably be better emotionally, physically and mentally. I'm looking forward to January 20th at noon. Yes, I'd like to be in Taiwan come February, but... covid. Fortunately my year doesn't begin until the Spring Equinox. By Naw-Ruz I should be in a much better place to make goals. For
"Invalid Item"  [] by A Guest Visitor Mini-review: This is a well-loved old poem (2007). There are enough concrete images that places/names don't detract. Satterfield, Shawgunks (Shawangunk Ridge) Simic (Charles Simic) add texture perhaps and alliteration. Personally, I don't like the long lines and necessary enjambments as it disturbs the rhythm and makes it feels too prosaic. I like it better as a short line free verse or no line-break prose poem as the rhythm becomes apparent when the line breaks are ignored. I can almost hear the voice. Languid and sweet. "Wielding my camera whose poetry is addictive." is my favorite line. I give it a 4.5 in this incarnation. Prompt: Write about searching for poetry of your heart. My heart was opened in 1999. Keith found the key. Since then I write. My early need to express myself lead to poems, journaling, blogging, flash fiction. I've gone through many stages of each. My Muse... lead me to write all the Zmitri poems. I haven't written one in awhile, but I will. My heart isn't totally frozen like a rogue asteroid wandering the void with nowhere to go and no hope for warmth. And that's how my writing starts... stray thoughts... a few words strung together... a flash of emotion... usually longing... for something I will never have or someone I will never know. A trinket I made:   I commented in the "The Snail Mail Forum" :An article from WaPo (so it may be firewalled for some of us). The gist is that Timbuktu no longer has tourism so guides no longer have income, so these folks set up a postcard business to employ the guides. Our addresses here are mostly straight forward, but Ali Nialy's is even shorter: Ali Nialy, Timbuktu, Mali (Africa). I guess they know him! I'm probably going to send him a postcard just for support. I've learned that support matters. https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/world/not-getting-any-travel-postcards-a-project-... Prompts for
Week 1: Dec 1-6 1. Today is Eat A Red Apple Day. Nope. Like Spies. Don't like red whatevers that aren't delicious and taste like sawdust. 2. Today is National Fritters Day! Write about your fave and if you haven't had fritters, would you like to try one? Like corn fritters. Can't get them here and although I cook I don't make them. 3. National Roof Over Your Head Day! Tell us about the favorite room in your home. MINE. I remember being homeless. Every place I lived I did have a favorite room. Growing up it was the closet. 4. Waiting for the Barbarians Day! Ok, tell us what you're up to and how you are preparing. Bavarians? Like in creamy donut filling? My mouth salivates. 5a Bonfire Night! Tell us about an evening around a bonfire. High school before the football game with our rivals. Almost always = cold. 5b Prohibition Ends in the US, 1933 Didn't work. Like Reagan's War on Drugs (a.k.a. War on the Poor) didn't. 6a Marooned Without a Compass Day! So where are you and what are you going to do? Either happy or anxious, I'm fairly good in the woods and usually know where I am or at least directions; basically... find a road. 6b Bartender Appreciate Day! (Europe) Write about an encounter with a bartender, make one up if you have to. I've known bartenders but I don't drink. Full stop. 3329 |
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