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Saturday, June 30, 2012
Friday, June 29, 2012
062912
the yogurt ain't frozen
your waxed-paper cup slides
lapward as you text
break in?
or marvel at catastrophe?
your waxed-paper cup slides
lapward as you text
break in?
or marvel at catastrophe?
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
062112
Still in the land of Oz; using borrowed computer. it's slow, 'probably because of all those viruses." OK.
One important task down; emptying daughter's apt going down today.
Doing little writing.
There once was a puppy in Oz
Whose trailer exploded because
not meth, but a twister,
sucked up & then pitched her
Right out of dusty old Oz
One important task down; emptying daughter's apt going down today.
Doing little writing.
There once was a puppy in Oz
Whose trailer exploded because
not meth, but a twister,
sucked up & then pitched her
Right out of dusty old Oz
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
062012
Four Spirits On My Shadow
It is Crow, then
Banging on my red front door;
Beetle roots under the log of my
Fine house, while
Mouse disquiets the boards of my floor:
Paint peeling splintered pine
Heaves with every move.
Trout blows bubbles in the bath,
Its emergent face
Sings a makeover.
With flies.
Moose looks in the open
dining-room window
but I shoo it away:
“no room, no room!”
end
It is Crow, then
Banging on my red front door;
Beetle roots under the log of my
Fine house, while
Mouse disquiets the boards of my floor:
Paint peeling splintered pine
Heaves with every move.
Trout blows bubbles in the bath,
Its emergent face
Sings a makeover.
With flies.
Moose looks in the open
dining-room window
but I shoo it away:
“no room, no room!”
end
Monday, June 18, 2012
061812
what books to take
on a long road trip
review copies
feminist press is reprinting
classics by Gypsy Rose Lee and others
OMG
on a long road trip
review copies
feminist press is reprinting
classics by Gypsy Rose Lee and others
OMG
061812 newsetc
I'm be out of town for a week, so access'll b limited.
I mailed foreign subscriber copies of DN 92. I'm getting there ... slowly.
Some visible progress is being made on our home repairs again, post-tornado. specifically, the roof over the greenhouse is going up.
i am mostly caught up on responding to DN submissions; about a half dozen are in the think more deeply before making a decision category.
I mailed foreign subscriber copies of DN 92. I'm getting there ... slowly.
Some visible progress is being made on our home repairs again, post-tornado. specifically, the roof over the greenhouse is going up.
i am mostly caught up on responding to DN submissions; about a half dozen are in the think more deeply before making a decision category.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Maui kin so merry
After three weeks of devoting almost all my attention to getting my presentation ready for the microbial carbonates conference, and one week at the conference, I've been through yet another unpleasantly busy week. Actually, this is the only one that was really unpleasant. Thursday night, before we returned from the conference, the lift in my van suddenly decided it would no longer use its mighty powers to raise me up from street level to floor level. There is a hand crank, and what a joy it is to use! Everyone who has to use it, which of course never includes me, tells me so. Nevertheless, as all good things must come to an end, I called the repair shop on Monday. The repair shop in Tuscaloosa no longer exists, and that's a sad story [for another time, perhaps]. The one in Birmingham couldn't see me till Tuesday, so I spent Monday at home. Tuesday we drove an hour and then they were pretty efficient, only spending about an hour fixing the thing (even though the technicians were late to work that morning). Another hour in the car and then I was actually at work. The next morning the van's motor started behaving badly. My mechanic in town still is open, thank goodness, and knew right away what the problem was. An ignition coil or two later I was back in business, but it was nearly the end of the workday. So I only spent 2 ½ days at the office this past week, and of course spent a bunch of money on transportation.
One of the things I have been trying to do this week is review a book-length manuscript that I have been not getting around to for a couple of months. I thought I better get that done, not only because I should have done it awhile ago, but because I now have two other manuscripts, one I have to help write and one I have to finish writing. Within a couple of weeks I'll have another book length manuscript to revise. Fortunately, I love writing. Unfortunately, I don't love revising.
Daughter #2 is home; yesterday she attended a wedding. Tuesday we are driving to Kansas to visit family, attend a memorial for Spouse's mother, help daughter pack, and bring all of her stuff back to Alabama for the rest of the summer. So far they have gone shopping together and watched daytime TV (by which I mean reruns of evening shows during the day, not that stuff that was never intended to see the light of darkness) both of which activities I declined to participate in. This morning we are going to be enlightened, but I don't exactly remember the particular topic on which metaphoric photons will be shed.
I also wrote a couple of poems and sold part of one of them as a stand-alone poem. That part was funny and the rest wasn't entirely successful, so it's probably the least undesirable outcome that was likely. I think I will try to rework the other part in hopes of improving it.
Harvested and ate bell peppers and strawberries. The one tomato plant does not look good. Mowing is needed, and is supposed to be accomplished tomorrow. Zinnias and marigolds look better every day, along with ever increasing kinds of other flowers. By the way, the pepper plants were supposed to be hot peppers. They are not hot. They are even more remarkable. They are sweet peppers and actually grow in our garden and approach the expected size. We still have hot peppers preserved from last year, so we should be okay. I've been eating green radish seedpods. Many of my radish plants didn't really produce radishes, but some of them have produced seedpods. These are crunchy and taste a lot like radishes. I recommend them. The basil plants are small and probably need to be fertilized.
Spouse hasn't had time to keep up with the garden, because she has been preparing artwork for a show. The art is now in the show, which I hope to see later this month. She has been going to the gym about four times a week for approximately the last month. It's definitely doing her good, in several ways. But that's another thing taking away from gardening time. We have a new person mowing (starting tomorrow) and he might be willing to do other things as well, if he works out. That would help with the time situation.
One of the things I have been trying to do this week is review a book-length manuscript that I have been not getting around to for a couple of months. I thought I better get that done, not only because I should have done it awhile ago, but because I now have two other manuscripts, one I have to help write and one I have to finish writing. Within a couple of weeks I'll have another book length manuscript to revise. Fortunately, I love writing. Unfortunately, I don't love revising.
Daughter #2 is home; yesterday she attended a wedding. Tuesday we are driving to Kansas to visit family, attend a memorial for Spouse's mother, help daughter pack, and bring all of her stuff back to Alabama for the rest of the summer. So far they have gone shopping together and watched daytime TV (by which I mean reruns of evening shows during the day, not that stuff that was never intended to see the light of darkness) both of which activities I declined to participate in. This morning we are going to be enlightened, but I don't exactly remember the particular topic on which metaphoric photons will be shed.
I also wrote a couple of poems and sold part of one of them as a stand-alone poem. That part was funny and the rest wasn't entirely successful, so it's probably the least undesirable outcome that was likely. I think I will try to rework the other part in hopes of improving it.
Harvested and ate bell peppers and strawberries. The one tomato plant does not look good. Mowing is needed, and is supposed to be accomplished tomorrow. Zinnias and marigolds look better every day, along with ever increasing kinds of other flowers. By the way, the pepper plants were supposed to be hot peppers. They are not hot. They are even more remarkable. They are sweet peppers and actually grow in our garden and approach the expected size. We still have hot peppers preserved from last year, so we should be okay. I've been eating green radish seedpods. Many of my radish plants didn't really produce radishes, but some of them have produced seedpods. These are crunchy and taste a lot like radishes. I recommend them. The basil plants are small and probably need to be fertilized.
Spouse hasn't had time to keep up with the garden, because she has been preparing artwork for a show. The art is now in the show, which I hope to see later this month. She has been going to the gym about four times a week for approximately the last month. It's definitely doing her good, in several ways. But that's another thing taking away from gardening time. We have a new person mowing (starting tomorrow) and he might be willing to do other things as well, if he works out. That would help with the time situation.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Edible Zoo
http://sdpbookstore.com/poetrybooks.htm#ediblezoo
An illustrated book of silly children's poems about the eat or be eaten world of your typical zoo. Or kitchen.
An illustrated book of silly children's poems about the eat or be eaten world of your typical zoo. Or kitchen.
Trying something new
Nursery Rhyme Noir on Ebay: http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=120933570697
Friday, June 15, 2012
061512
silly me
the natives' bioengineering feats
included houses bearing feet
and tentacles, and chitin: sweet
but I forgot.
Raid, directed at a spider,
scuttling, webbing, round inside her
sent my house ascatter on the plain
just when it began to rain.
the natives' bioengineering feats
included houses bearing feet
and tentacles, and chitin: sweet
but I forgot.
Raid, directed at a spider,
scuttling, webbing, round inside her
sent my house ascatter on the plain
just when it began to rain.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
DN 92
Printed, but not yet mailed. Monday is paypay & I'll be mailing contributor & subscriber copies then.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
061112 Date
Date
The sweetness of the dance
under a full moon,
champagne kisses,
ah, we were both drunk on you that night.
We married, I won:
bread, you, everything;
mine, I thought,
till I stumbled on you here,
together, and not
for the first time it seems.
I still love you,
always will,
but of course
this is a gun in my hand
end
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Saturday, June 9, 2012
uver ni keew ehT
I have been away all week. Drove to Houston Sunday and drove back on Friday. The trip out there was relatively uneventful, if you don't count the hour-long traffic standstill in Lake Charles Louisiana. Lake Charles is home to the steepest bridge that isn't a drawbridge I have ever been over. Sunday the third, some fool in an SUV (perhaps an oxymoronic phrase) thought the quick way around an 18 wheeler was under it. They completely blocked one lane. I don't know why the police decided there should be no traffic in the other lane either. The only reason traffic moved at all was because people were leaving the highway, driving across the grassy verge, and up onto either the exit ramp or the frontage road, depending on exactly where they were. That option wasn't open to us, because we had to get across the river. On the way back, durned if the same bridge wasn't closed again, but this time to the eastbound traffic! This time the problem was roadwork. Funny thing was, even though it was around the middle of the day on Friday, no one was actually working on the road. At least they only had one lane closed. This meant that the remaining lane, instead of being at a complete standstill, was moving at a generous 5% of its normal speed. Then there was Baton Rouge. Two major traffic jams, perhaps caused by accidents. Heavy downpours, which at least were the fault of an irrational deity as opposed to irrational mortals. We didn't get home till about 9:30 p.m. on Friday.
In between, I was learning about microbial carbonates, which are limestones and related rocks whose formation was heavily influenced or even caused by the actions of microbes. This happens more often than you might think, to the point that the American Association of Petroleum Geologists thought it was a good idea to get 70 experts (plus me) together to think about it for a week. I found it enjoyable, tiring, and definitely instructive. I met a couple of my scientific heroes (one of them for the third time), met some other people I've known in the past, and made quite a few new acquaintances. No intent was made to fill up our evenings in anyway, which I'm sure many people appreciated. For a shy person like me there wasn't a whole lot to do in the evening, but the novels I brought with me lasted until I got back home. Where I found four new ones waiting. I did get some really good ideas about how to improve my project, the preliminary results of which I presented at the meeting. I also discovered, somewhat to my dismay, that it is not in fact too late to submit a manuscript for the book that is supposed to result from the meeting. Dismay, because I've only done (at most) half the work that manuscript would require.
Fortunately, in other aspects of my existence very little changed during the week. A couple of my submissions were rejected and I need to send them out again.
[Spouse] didn't get as much work done in the garden or on artwork as she had hoped to, but isn't that how life always is? The dragon that she has been working on and off on for at least a year is now painted. A week ago he wasn't. He is extremely cute! She did a lot of weeding, and it's never obvious how much of that has been accomplished. New things are blooming, a result of work she did earlier in the year. And much of the house is a lot cleaner than it was. Plus, she has been keeping up with her new exercise program!
I did not see the transit of Venus. I was in an urban megalopolis and did not have a computer with me. Oh, and the lift on my van quit working Thursday night. (Manual operation requires elbow grease!) So I am pretty much stuck at home until I can get it fixed. It is possible that can happen Monday. It will definitely require a trip to Birmingham, because the gentleman who used to fix things like that in Tuscaloosa no longer is able to do so. He has not been replaced.
In between, I was learning about microbial carbonates, which are limestones and related rocks whose formation was heavily influenced or even caused by the actions of microbes. This happens more often than you might think, to the point that the American Association of Petroleum Geologists thought it was a good idea to get 70 experts (plus me) together to think about it for a week. I found it enjoyable, tiring, and definitely instructive. I met a couple of my scientific heroes (one of them for the third time), met some other people I've known in the past, and made quite a few new acquaintances. No intent was made to fill up our evenings in anyway, which I'm sure many people appreciated. For a shy person like me there wasn't a whole lot to do in the evening, but the novels I brought with me lasted until I got back home. Where I found four new ones waiting. I did get some really good ideas about how to improve my project, the preliminary results of which I presented at the meeting. I also discovered, somewhat to my dismay, that it is not in fact too late to submit a manuscript for the book that is supposed to result from the meeting. Dismay, because I've only done (at most) half the work that manuscript would require.
Fortunately, in other aspects of my existence very little changed during the week. A couple of my submissions were rejected and I need to send them out again.
[Spouse] didn't get as much work done in the garden or on artwork as she had hoped to, but isn't that how life always is? The dragon that she has been working on and off on for at least a year is now painted. A week ago he wasn't. He is extremely cute! She did a lot of weeding, and it's never obvious how much of that has been accomplished. New things are blooming, a result of work she did earlier in the year. And much of the house is a lot cleaner than it was. Plus, she has been keeping up with her new exercise program!
I did not see the transit of Venus. I was in an urban megalopolis and did not have a computer with me. Oh, and the lift on my van quit working Thursday night. (Manual operation requires elbow grease!) So I am pretty much stuck at home until I can get it fixed. It is possible that can happen Monday. It will definitely require a trip to Birmingham, because the gentleman who used to fix things like that in Tuscaloosa no longer is able to do so. He has not been replaced.
Rhysling Anthology
I've just begun to read the 176-page 2012 Rhysling Anthology, but I am once again reveling in the poetry. Each year this book stands out as a solid selection of the year in sf-f-h poetry. Diversity in form and content, but consistent quality from poets including Robert Borski, Denise Dumars, Timons Esaias, Neile Graham, and Elissa Malcohn. Not an SFPA member? Just $12.95 gets you this best-of anthology from www.sfpoetry.com.
ISBN 978-1-885093-63-9
ISBN 978-1-885093-63-9
Friday, June 8, 2012
Friday, June 1, 2012
060112 these two
these two we then approached:
a lean, tall figure in black
and its ivory companion,
clothed in night
a lean, tall figure in black
and its ivory companion,
clothed in night
SFPA spec. poetry contest
The Science Fiction Poetry Association announces its 2012 speculative poetry contest. Speculative poetry encompasses science fiction, fantasy, and horror poetry. Deadline September 15, 2012.
There is no entry fee, and the contest is open to non-members, with $50 prizes and publication to the winners in 3 length divisions, and an additional $50 prize to the best poem by a non-member. Winners also receive a year's membership in SFPA and member publications.
The complete guidelines for the 2012 SFPA contest are posted at http://www.sfpoetry.com/contests.html
There is no entry fee, and the contest is open to non-members, with $50 prizes and publication to the winners in 3 length divisions, and an additional $50 prize to the best poem by a non-member. Winners also receive a year's membership in SFPA and member publications.
The complete guidelines for the 2012 SFPA contest are posted at http://www.sfpoetry.com/contests.html
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