Tuesday, May 02, 2017
Confession Tuesday - Elephant in the Room
To the confessional....
Reader, my life is about to be turned upside down and inside out. We are going to sell our home and move. If there is one thing that I hate more than moving ( and there isn't much) it would be selling the home that I absolutely love in a hundred different ways. At one point in my life I was a Realtor. I recall reading an article from Psychology Today that was reprinted in a trade magazine which listed moving as one of the three most traumatic things a person goes through the other two were death of a close family member and dissolution of a marriage. I truly understand that and believe it to be true.
I confess that I have been internally dealing with this for some time but the actual move is imminent. It was the thing I did not talk about on here. The elephant in the corner.Basically I keep telling him to sit in the corner and shut up. This is all that I am going to say about this for now but I suspect over the next few weeks it will likely come up again in one way or the other.
I confess that my creativity has been dog paddling to try and stay afloat. The emotional stuff has been like rocky waters that I bounce about trying to stay afloat and not get bashed into.
I do wonder if there is some kind of silver lining in all of this. Perhaps my experience will me to craft a wonderfully magnificent manuscript as an Expatriate Poet.
Best to all - Stay safe my friends...
Sunday, April 30, 2017
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Confession Tuesday - Crying over my Beer
Dear Reader:
It's been one book ordered, zero new books arrived, one nail in the Pickup tire, seven more days of the poetry-a day challenge, one Sunday breakfast out with the family and one week since my last confession.
I'm sitting here working on this with about a half a can of Hamm's beer. You decide if it's half empty or half full. I'm extra tired tonight and somewhat cranky. I will confess that I am completely caught up on my poem drafts (1 per day) for the month. Just sharing that with you makes me feel slightly more up beat but I'm not going to let it go to my head.
Being cranky is probably to several things of which one is I am pretty wiped out. This and I still need to send out a bio and a photo tonight for an upcoming event, and the fact that I am just flat out sick and tired of the President who ignores every bit of government ethics and is so cavalier about it and is generally on idiot. Today for example, he raised tariffs on soft lumber imported from Canada. He's already succeeded the Asian rim trade to China by cancelling the TPP. So, now let's start a trade war. I could go on with the Trump stuff that has me upset, but I confess I already dwelling too much on the buffoon.
Had a letter from Ken (my mentor) this week - couple more pieces of work that he has critiqued. I have a nagging question that I need to go to him with today or tomorrow. I confess it will probably wait till tomorrow because I want to make sure that I give it the attention it needs before I e-mail him and I would only rush it tonight. (We are being honest here, right)
Tupelo Press is having this fantastic sale on books. Like $16 books for five bucks! I ordered one during the past week that I am anxious to read but it has not arrived. I confess Amazon Prime makes you impatient when ordering elsewhere.
I am officially concerned about my San Francisco Giants.... though they did manage a 2-1 win over the Dodgers last night. Injuries have taken a toll on this team in addition to some players that they have lost this season to other teams.
I'm starting to feel like a Debbie Downer so I will close for now and finish crying over my beer.
Stay Safe & live poetically!
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
Confession Tuesday- The Giants are Coming Edition
Dear Reader:
It's been one Federal and one State Tax Return filed, one phone call from Ken Waldman my mentor, and another week of National Poetry Month since my last confession.
Let me get right to the failure at the outset here. I confess that I have fallen behind on my poem a day challenge. This weekend was full of things and you all know how things can get in the day. Things stack up, things will barricade passage and things will keep you from writing. Damn things! We picked up my mom and drove her to my uncle's house and had a family get together with super nice weather. Grilled stakes, got full, sat around and talked about this and that and generally had a good time. Since my uncle Dave doesn't get out much he and my mom seemed to enjoy the reconnect. But back to my writing....
I confess that I will make up the poems so that I am back on track. I will finish with 30 poems because 30 days has April... I do not consider this a failure, simply a rerouting on the journey!
Ken and I talked by phone, I guess it was Thursday. talked about some material that he looked at and had emailed me ahead of time. Helpful conversation. I confess that it is hard to believe how fast this spring session is going.
I am excited today. My San Francisco Giants are in town to play the Kansas City Royals tonight and tomorrow night. If you know me this makes perfect sense. If you are newer to this blog you might wonder why I'm in Kansas City and a Giants fan. I confess that I have been a Giants fan for some 30 years. I prefer National League baseball. I dislike the DH (though we will be playing with it these two games because when in Rome do as the Romans do. Too bad because I would love to see Madison Bumgarner hit. They could pinch hit him tonight... they have don that before. And yes, my Long Haired Dachshund Madison is named after the pitcher, Thank you!
Telling you, I still get goosebumps when I see the Giants uniforms in person...
Until next time - be safe and celebrate poetry!
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Confession Tuesday - Baseball Edition
It's been one winning Giant's home opener, 7 more days of Trumpation (Trump centered frustration) that I just want to go away, the start of module 4 on revision, the long awaited Good Bones episode of Madam Secretary and and another week since my last confession.
Shall we start?
I'm hyped, no, pumped, ecstatic because tonight is an event at the Plaza Library where UMKC's Hadara Bar-Nadav and University of Central Missouri's Kathryn Nuemberger will speak WHAT MAKES A POEM WORK. needless to say I am planning to go. I confess that I am familiar with Hadara Bar-Nadav's poetry and she rocks. I'm hoping for an insightful and inspiring evening. This is a week that I need some creative help!
For some time now I have been jealous of those who have workshop writing groups. I've participated in one several years ago that spanned genres and really was not quite at the level that I was hopping for. There is a promising possibility that some from our Writer 2 Writer Spring 2017 mentee group may undertake such a workshop group. Details are in early stage but there is significant interest from the other mentees. I confess that keeping some of the other mentees involved aside from our spring session is an added benefit to creating such a workshop group.
Poem-A-Day Challenge is draining my brain of subject matter. I confess that I feel like I need something to shock my brain into high gear.
I am excited about the start of baseball season. I have long believed that poetry and baseball were one in the same. The game has all the beauty and grace of the game. I confess that I am a little concerned about some aspects of my San Francisco Giants. Their bullpen is struggling. It needs to get it's shit together.
Lots of writing and writing related stuff I need to get done between now and the end of the weekend.
That's a wrap for now. Till next time, stay safe, have fun!
Tuesday, April 04, 2017
Confession Tuesday- 30 Poems-30 Days Edition
Hear I am once again at the confessional. It's been almost 2 regular season Giant's games, 2 Baumgarner homers, 4 day of April and 4 poems, one W2W mentee skpye conference chat, The start of module 4, 7 more days of an embarrassing president, and a week since my last confession.
Reader, I'm 4 days into April and I'm doing it! Four poems, 4 days! Tonight, I worked late to finish but alas I am ready for tomorrow. I confess today I wrote without a prompt. Some days I want a prompt and some days I am just resistant to any prompt I find. I don't know why, just is.
I confess that I am elated that Kansas City approved a bond issue for a new animal shelter tonight. It is so overloaded. While it's sad that only about 10% voted, I'm proud of those who did for supporting it since it required a super-majority to pass.
I am this week dealing with some real real personal crisis and I confess that one minute it's had to do things and others not so much. Still I confess that I know on any given moment the emotions will be back and darkness crashes down on me.
I have started module 4 of the Writers 2 Writers program this week and the focus is on rewriting. I ended up feeling better at the end of Module 3 and I am anxious and hopeful about this module.
I confess that I am still in awe of Marie Howe's Magdalene. What a collection of poems. What a book!
Don't ask me why, but I have been craving a Hamm's beer the last couple of days. I don't drink much beer these days. I'm more of a wine drinker and I don't do that much of it either. I can tell you the last time I had a Hamm's Beer was in Minneapolis at the AWP Conference in 2015.
That's it for this week... Be Safe - Write or at least Read Poetry.
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Confession Tuesday - Baseball is coming you cannot deny.
It's been one House Intelligence Committee Hearing, two winning games of Canasta with my mom, one episode of Madam Secretary, one trash pickup day, a Saturday night poetry reading and an hour and a half phone call with my mentor since my last confession.
One of my highlights of any week is watching Madam Secretary. The plot is always intriguing and grounded with a touch of reality. I give the writers and the actors a lot of credit. Often it will touch on something that we are simultaneously dealing with in the real world. I confess that is doesn't hurt that Tea Leon is Hot!
The proximity of April closing in leaves me with a decision to make. Do I undertake 30 poems in April. One a day? Sometimes I will make a pledge to do this. Sometimes I make it and sometimes I don't. Then starts the guilt. I confess this decision is a lot like the agony over New Years Resolutions. Sometimes I just try to take the pressure off by saying I don't need to make a resolution to try and have a better new year. Just go with it. I've done the same with the Poem -A-Day. Try, but don't hold yourself to it... the world does not hinge on 30 poems. But hey, I've got a couple more days to decide.
I ordered a copy of Marie Howe's new book, Magdalene. Howe is among my favorite poets and I confess that I am most anxious to read this book. It's release date was yesterday and I should have my copy by tomorrow. I Hope!
An hour and a half on the phone this week in a single call with my mentor and the talk revolved around craft, a particular poem draft I had written and poets read & reading. I confess that I have mixed feelings about the conversation.
Baseball season is closing in fast on us. You know those pictures of a space ship docking with another, or even the space station? That's what it seems like. Going so fast two two will collide, and then in the end, it all looks like it is so soft and precise a fit together. You just watch and say wow! I confess I am in a wow mode!
That's it for this week - Hope you all stay safe and happy...
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Confession Tuesday - Corrosive Thought
Dear Reader:
It's been a couple more Trump campaign links to Russia, a whole bunch of March Hoops, Two contacts with my mentor, a shitload of writing and maybe two promising drafts and one week since my last confession.
For some reason the word cohesiveness came to me this week. I confess it was like it came out of nowhere and slapped me in the back of the head. So obviously I had it's full attention at this point.
I thought about what it's like to be corrosive. I pictured a metal platform being eaten away by corrosive elements much the same way an old car will develop rust spots often called car cancer. Then I thought why a platform and I realized I was standing on it. Something clicked in my head and I decided this is what was holding me up... the platform. And to my dismay it was crumbling under me.
Sometimes I question my personal compass. Am I pointed the right direction? Now my fear was, am I standing where I shouldn't be? Am I not on a good platform or foundation for where I hope to be going?
I've written a lot this past week. I've not liked most of what I've written, and that is okay because that is going to happen. But I do get tired of it when this stretches on for some weeks (which periodically happens) and it has a way of making me second guess things. I confess that as the Writer 2 Writer module moves to # 3 where we focus on craft, I think maybe I am supposed to be having these self doubts and asking myself questions. Well, I confess it will give me a reason to talk craft with Ken.
On an uplifting note, one day this week I got a book and went out onto the deck and took in the springlike weather with a nice breeze. I read a while and then just listened to the birds and watched the trees in the breeze with their buds coming out. On another, in early evening looking out westward I observed the sky as a mirage of the painted desert. I confess life can amaze me even when I'm on the cusp of falling through my platform.
My best to each till next time...
Saturday, March 18, 2017
The Trump Sonnets by Ken Waldman
Ken Waldman like most of us was taken by surprise when Donald Trump won the electoral votes necessary to secure his election as president.
We all know that the president-elect wasted no time tweeting to the U.S. and beyond. The results could be described any number of ways but suffice to say they are not positive.
Ken began writing sonnets based on what Trump was saying. He has published Trump Sonnets Volume 1, a collection of 41 in the voice of Donald Trump and 28 others that are directed to him.
Ken is no novice at this, He previously wrote As The World Burns: The Sonnets of George W. Bush. In this book the poet climbs into the head of the President and from that vantage point writes sonnets.
Both of these book were published by Ridgeway Press and the books can be purchased from SMALL PRESS DISTRIBUTION or of course at Amazon.com
Note: I have not read As The World Burns but I have read Trump Sonnets Volume 1. I understand he is working on a follow up Volume 2. If you have the heart for political discourse in these remarkably unorthodox times, you will enjoy Trump Sonnets.
* Ken is currently my mentor in the AWP Writer 2 Writer program.
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Confession Tuesday - Find Your Tribe Edition
Dear Reader:
It's been one snow, one melt, one writer group meeting, One Writer's Chronicle with so many great articles, numerous poetry drafts and two finished poems, and one week since my last confession.
As a point of reference, the AWP Writer 2 Writer program that I am working in has started its second module. This is significant because it will have some bearing on my confessions. The focus of the second module is Community and Connections.
As long as we are being honest, I will confess that I have been looking for a writing tribe for many years. I'm not proud of this fact and I will attribute to the fact that I'm not totally sure what I want. That's just a bit embarrassing to me. How do you go for years and want something but are not quite sure what it is and how to find it.
When I first recall hearing talk of your writing tribe it was from someone I greatly respect as a writer. I way have heard it elsewhere but this was when it first sunk in. I think that is because again it was someone I respected and also because they made a point of making it seem really important. Find your tribe.... that's what I recall hearing.
This person who was imparting such wisdom has a significant social media presence. What I have gleaned over the years is that at minimum, their time works something like this...
- They share each other's ups and downs - or I guess you could say they provide comfort and support.
- They will at times discuss craft.
- Keep others informed of events, publications, and opportunities.
- From time to time they may share writing prompts and on occasion two or more will get together for a day or an afternoon and write together.
- I think but am not certain that they may from time to time share drafts for comment/work-shopping
Wednesday, March 08, 2017
Confession Tuesday - Late Edition
Dear Reader:
It's been numerous poetry drafts, 4 close to finished, two contacts with my mentor, another book read, 8 more days of that idiot as president, another missile launch by North Korea, and a week and one day since my last confession.
I confess that life is crazy. It's sad, it's frustrating, it's painful, and it's beautiful. The latter is what keeps me going.
I confess that I'm a day late with my confession but that's better than missing it for several weeks. Therefore I'll call it an improvement. I'll also just pretend that today is still Tuesday.
Are you writing more now but enjoying it less? I've written a lot lately and maybe not enjoying it is not exactly the correct assessment but truly I've not been ecstatic about the results. I'm getting some keepers but a lot of static as well. I confess that I'm wanting more keepers and much better keepers.
I've had two contacts with my mentor in the past eight days including one yesterday where I had some feedback on writing. We are moving into a new module this week and the focus is changing to Community and Connections. I'm anxious to interact with Ken on this topic because I feel like it is an important one and I confess it is one I feel somewhat inadequate about. I know Ken is not much into social media but he is a hands on person to person contact sort of guy. Exploring this will Ken I suspect will have some challenges because of his absence from social media. We'll see how it goes.
Another 8 days and we still have the idiot in the White House, or he may be playing golf. He does that a lot. Go figure he used to give Obama hell whenever Obama played. If he's not playing golf then he's tweeting. He's definitely our Commander-in-Tweet. He tweets some of the stupidest things. He also uses it as an extension to his lying and makes him look like a fool. North Korea lobbed some more missiles into the sea in Japanese water and he is so clueless. His administration is so stalled up in it's own ineptness and unending string of ties to Russia that are resulting in numerous investigations. I confess I see no end of this in sight.
I seek and am finding things of beauty in this world. Sometimes you have to look hard but they are there. People helping people. Animals around us. Art people are making. My wife is working on an extraordinary beaded neckless with Tigers Eye. I confess I will continue to seek good, beauty and art in the week ahead.
Until next time, enjoy each day!
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Confession Tuesday - Writer 2 Writer Edition
Please follow me to the confessional....
Reader a lot has happened since my last confession. I confess some good and some not so good.
As I write this tonight I have concluded watching Trump's speech before a joint session of Congress. Yes, I confess I watched it. I also confess that he delivered the speech in pretty respectable form. That is to say that he was more presidential that we are accustomed to seeing. I believe he came in to this with a pretty low bar and in fact preformed above that bar. That said, he did not woo me with substance. It is clear that his replacement for the ACA, if up to him would not have an individual mandate. This means it is unlikely to provide affordable insurance for those most in need of help. This returns us to a nation where health care is not a right but a privileged. This is unacceptable,
I won't hammer away at every disagreeable position but I will say that I believe his budget numbers will be tremendously flawed. I remain concerned about a trade war and he simply is not going to bring back hoards of manufacturing jobs. The misconception is these have all gone overseas. Some yes, but the bulk of job losses in manufacturing are due to automation.That is a reality that is not going to change. I could go on, but I confess that is not what my focus is tonight.
I confess I remain concerned about the Russia - Trump connection and believe it needs to be fully investigated.
I confess that the AWP17 conference was exciting and draining and that is nothing new. My one previous conference was 2015 in Minneapolis and it too had those components.
Some highlights if the conference were meeting Shaindel Beers one of my favorite poets and one of my 2016 Poet Crush List members, and meeting Martha Silano another extraordinary poet.
There was another part of the conference that is worth mentioning. Over a period of time I have applied on six occasions for the AWP Writer 2 Writer mentoring program. (I'm nothing if I am not resistant) and I learned a couple days before the conference that I was one of 25 writers chosen out of 400 applications for this session. I confess that I have wanted this for so long and it has in fact been hard to believe that it finally happened.
I have been matched with another poet, Ken Waldman and Ken and I were both at the conference and we therefor made certain that we met face to face.
The Writer 2 Writer program is a open to members of AWP. There is an application process and I believe it is just one of many positive benefits available to writer who are members. I am just now in the second week of the program and I plan update readers on the experience as I make my way through it. But for tonight, let's just say there has been something good to come out of 2017 already.
Best to all of you & talk to you again soon.
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
Confession Tuesday - The Puppeteer Edition.
It has been seven long weeks since my last confession, to wit I must confess a whole lot of shit has happened.
We have watched the end of the Obama years in the white house. While there are I am sure dissenting opinions, I confess I am sorry to see them go.
Only 4 days in to the Trump presidency I am exhausted by the abundance of idiocy, mispronouncements, and lies. Every time he talks he says the same things over ad-nauseam. In four days time he has demonstrated that he will be a more authoritarian than I even dreamed. Cutting off or censoring communication between federal agencies and the American people. He's a control freak. Watching the body language during the inauguration between he and the First Lady I got the distinct impression that he is a the same in their relationship.
The Women's March one the 21st was a bright spot because it demonstrates the the masses are not going to be complacent about his promises to end ACA, stop domestic abuse programs, cut women's health services, pimp for the NRA.
I confess that the future of the nation looks like it is female. I'm not at all bothered by that. We have more women in the house and Senate than ever before. I see a couple of women who I believe are promising leaders on a national level.
Other that that, my life feels like it is in turmoil more days than not. I'm a couple weeks away from AWP17 and anxious about that and writing in general. I feel very much like an Expatriate, not belonging anywhere.
On an upbeat note, I'm going to be a grandfather for a 2nd time soon. Speaking of which, my granddaughter #1 Harper is here so I'm cutting this short to go see her.
Till next time - be safe.
Saturday, January 21, 2017
David Arnold Hughes - January 28 Book Release
$10.00 gets you in the door and a copy of the book. I believe they are having an open mic as well afterwords.
David has been a prolific writer. He's a local poet. A retired firefighter. Frequently reads at Uptown Arts Bar, Writers place, Neon Gallery and other area venues.
Sunday, December 25, 2016
Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays!
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Tuesday, December 06, 2016
Confession Tuesday - Pants on Fire Edition
It's been a long assed time since my last confession. All the way back to September 20th. Thanksgiving has come and gone since then. Election day has come and gone but the hangover remains. I've toiled away at writing. Some good and some not so good. But here I am today for the pants on fire edition of confession Tuesday. Shall we begin?
I've tried to true to my writing and this past week I was able to pull together two new poems and several other near poems. That is, they are close to being able to stand on their own words. I confess that I had been in a writing funk but I am declaring it past!
Being busy with writing is good. Being busy with most anything is good. The repercussions of the Presidential election reverberate in my head and my stomach if I am not busy. Even then, I confess that I am not able to completely shake the thought from my achy bones.
One of the sad things about this election (and there are so many) is that truth or fact was a casualty of the election. I've been involved in enough political campaigns over the years to know that sometimes truth gets stretched and bent a bit by some of the candidates. I confess in all the years of campaigns that I have been alive to observe and /or participate in, none have failed so miserably in the pursuit of truth.
This is no small thing that has occurred. Concerted efforts to manufacture fake news was rampant. Lies were made by the Trump campaign and denied within fractions of an hour in spite of the existence of audio and or video feed that substantiated it. People were believing things that were so phony and outlandish and yet they ate this stuff up and looked for more.
One of the dictionaries that each year crowns a new word as significant to the passing year selected "post-truth" as the word for this year. Who could argue against this selection?
I could go on and on about all the concerns I have about a Trump Presidency (and there are many) but the only thing I'm saying here is that anything closely resembling fact was brutally assaulted. If truth is not dead after this election it has fallen and can't get up. Perhaps it can be placed on life support, but I must confess that I do not believe the prognosis for it's future are looking good at all.
There are two parties to this problem. One of course was the liar. But lies can be challenged. They can be scrutinized by fact checks. I don't know if a large portion of the electorate is lazy or if they are plain ignorant. Some, but not all of this crap was being slung around by white supremacist groups. What I don't know is how after such a blatant and high profile campaign of lies and fake news, how do you restore the rule of factuality to our political process? The cow is out of the barn, how do you return her to her former place?
I confess that as I leave you this evening, I sign off disturbed, concerned, and dismayed. I have no answers.
All best to everyone!
Friday, November 11, 2016
What Has Happened to America...
I have voted in 12 presidential elections in my life time. I've had my share of winning and losing candidates I've experienced disappointment and since there are always winners and losers it stands to reason there always has to be some people who are on a losing side and wake up disappointed; assuming the mad it to bed at all.
It was during my morning drive that it occurred to me that that something major had occurred. Something that left me feeling like an expatriate; removed from the country I love. The feeling was surreal. Clearly I had only left my home and was driving I-70 to my office. I had gone nowhere beyond my normal daily routine, yet I was in some altered universe. I had not left my country but rather, my country had left me.
You see my country spans across a continent with two great oceans on either side. On the east - stands a monument overlooking New York City that was a gift of France. It immortalizes the promise of America to the world. "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" - words of Emma Lazarus, a New York poet best known for her poem The New Colossus from which these lines were taken. On the west, the great city of San Francisco whose Golden Gate Bridge is spans across the San Francisco Bay and is another great landmark for those arriving from the Pacific side. But the promise on Lady Liberty in the New York harbor extends to those arriving from all directions.
And my country not only welcomes persons from other countries, other nationalities, other races, and any religions, it affords these persons who come to this country for a new life, for safety, the protection and freedoms and dignity afforded all of us. By extension, unless we are Native American, we have all made this journey in the past.
But back to my drive... I know that as I make this trip, today and in the weeks ahead a new administration will take shape that has made as the counterpoint of it's campaign promises that threaten to shake the very foundations of what has made this the greatest nation. The role model for the rest of the free world and hope for those oppressed everywhere.
The future in this country is bleak for persons of other nationalities, for Blacks, Latinos, Muslims, Asians. For gays, lesbians, and trans-gendered people. Even women, who are not in the minority are open game for discrimination, sexual assault, and misogyny. The new leadership is not committed to protecting these people and in fact they have real reasons for fear. Already Black churches have been torched. Muslims have been assaulted, or shot and killed walking down the street. Promises of mass deportation and families broken up. And the hard fought promise to make medical care for millions a reality as opposed to a matter for the privileged teeters on the brink of extinction.
This is not the America I know. This is an America that is broken. The idea the these things will make America great again, flies in the face of Lady Liberty. Perhaps she should be returned to her original benefactor
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Confession Tuesday - Time in a Bottle
Won't you come with me to the confessional?
Dear Reader:
It's been a week since my last confession and I am frankly amazed that I have been better about the regularity of this Tuesday ritual. Woo-hoo!
Sometimes when I am thinking about time I think of the Jim Croce and his song, Time In A Bottle from 1973. Perhaps for different reasons their are lines from this song that I relate to but I think the one that most often is looping over and over in my head is... "But there never seems to be enough time/To do the things you want to do, once you find them." I confess this truth is of the great cruelties of life.
Like so many people I sometimes would like a re-do button. I think of the past how I would have approached certain aspects of my life differently but if I could go back, would I really change anything. Lewis Carroll in Alice In Wonderland reminds us that, "I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person them," and true that is.
There were things I did in my youth that I definitely would not change. Those things that relate to my family, I would not want to erase any of that. No do-overs on who I married, our children, but I wonder, would the me back then even entertain things that the me right here in 2016 thinks he would want to do differently?
How much have I changed? How have those changes occurred over the years? Of course I have to confess that I don't have answers to those questions. Not really. I could wing it, give you some answer that might encompass some half truths but we are dealing with human nature and the scientific aspect in that field is, well non-existent or at least above my pay grade, as in God speak.
Perhaps too, I can confess that thinking about life do-overs are another reason I have come to love writing. We can create people and breath some of ourselves into them. We can control their fate, what makes them tick. Change them on a whim in so many ways. It is perhaps the only control that I can exert over things in any reality other than writing.
Until next time, may all your minutes be rich...
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Confession Tuesday - I Have My Two Buddies Edition
Won't you come with me to the confessional.....
Reader, it's been one Chiropractic visit with Trigger Points, one visit to mom's, one documentary movie, one dinner out with my sweetie, one meeting of K.C. Metro Verse, two Power Ball tickets, two new poetry drafts, one vacation day and one trash day since my last confession.
- I've been using a Bullet Journal for something like 8 months now. The thing about it is that it remains in flux. I'm still making modifications in exactly how I use it. I confess there is a bit of redundancy in it because I still sink my digital calendar and use a Franklin Planner at my regular job. Still, I do believe this has been helpful in several ways, not the least of it is giving me a quick visualization of where to go next in my tasks during the day. I am thinking of gravitating away from the BuJo for my regular work stuff and focusing more on the intersections of my writing and personal life. But hey, I may change my mind on that - like I say it's a process, everything is in flux.
- I am not generally one of these people who blames all kinds of shit on the media. I am a firm believer in a Free Press and I believe it's a hallmark of any democracy. I have become somewhat cynical of so called news these past few weeks and while I blame some of the mainstream press, it has occurred to me that one of the prices we are paying for the internet is the blurred lines from what is news and what is pure made up shit with absence of sources. Places like Breitbart News, and there are a host of others that routinely carry some of the most bat shit crazy stuff that has no reputable citation to back it us. Additionally, there is often not a shred of common sense involved in the stories. What irritates me is that people tweet and Facebook many of these stories and the get reported over and over until half of the non-thinking population sincerely believes the shit and are basing their November vote on it. I confess that there is truly no safeguard in democracy for the participation by persons that don't know their brain from their ass hole.
- I confess I've had some heightened interest in Memoirs of late. I want to read the book The Art of Memoir - Mary Karr
- I feel blessed tonight, both Silas and Madison are in my studio as I write this, Just chilling out with me. I confess that Cathy is probably enjoying quiet time watching TV without the trying to climb all over her.
Tuesday, September 06, 2016
Confession Tuesday - Chocolate M&M's are Dead to Me Edition
It's been umpteen games of Words with Friends, 3 watermelons, two submissions, 28 pages of journaling, three bags of Booterscotch M&M's, one dental cleaning, too many insect bites and three weeks since my last confession.
- I realize that there are certain things that are synonymous with the process many writers have and these typically include the ingestion of certain drinks such as coffee, wine, tea, or other libation. Also, among the solid foods group a premium seems to universally be placed on chocolates, Girl Scout Cookies, Oreos Cookies, etc. I'm here to tell you that while Chocolates in general are still on my list, M&M Chocolate candies are dead to me. That's right. Deader than a dead poet. But what M&M's have going for them is a new special edition variety called White Boo-terscotch. I confess these are to die for! They are only available at Target stores and my guess is that M&M Candy Company is planning them to be only a fall variety. My recommendation is for them is to keep them after fall, Change the name simply to White Butterscotch M&M's and distribute them across all their markets. I'm telling you, No more Chocolate, Chocolate Peanut, Chocolate Almond, M&M's for me. The Peanut Butter have never been able to compete with Reese's Pieces.
- This week I began keeping better tabs on the actual time I spend writing. I confess that I can't tell you what I've done since my last confession but I can tell you that I spent 5-1/2 hours this week ending today. Not quite happy with this amount though I know the most important thing is the quality. Still, you have to get words on a page to get quality stuff.
- I confess that I have spent this past week doing the comparison thing to other poets and I am very aware that this is not a good thing to do, but sometimes it is just so hard not to.
- As I am writing this tonight, Silas, my German Shepard is curled up beside me on the floor in my studio. Often, it's Madison, my long haired Dachshund who keeps me company when writing so I have to confess this is kind of a treat to have him here with me.
- Cathy is out tonight helping a friend and will not be home till late. I made her Gluten Free Brownies as a treat for when she gets home. I confess that I hope they are editable. I've never made them before.
- I am so tired of insect bites this summer. Someone once told me that a lot of them are drawn to people with diabetes. I have no idea how factual that may be but I confess I am tired of just going out to bring the dogs in from out back feeling a whole new crop of bites each time.
- I've been trying to read some new to me, more obscure poets lately. I confess it is always exciting to find a new gem among them.
- I believe I'll have a couple Butterscotch M&M's and call this done!
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Confession Tuesday - Long Assed Time Edition
Dear Reader,
Shall we head to the confessional?
It's been two weeks and one 30 year anniversary since my last confession.
I confess it has not been quite 30 years... but it will be on the 25th of this month. None the less, yesterday I was given a pen commemorating my 30 years of service at work. While I admit I consider thirty years working one place a pretty significant chunk of time, it didn't hit me until it was pointed out that few present would ever achieve such distinction. Given my job is basically crisis driven, I confess that it does give me pause to consider how I have made it this long and kept my sanity about myself. I also wonder if I have actually lost my sanity some time back and have just been oblivious for a number of years. I've had the good fortune to work with a number of really good people over the years. I confess that it has made to longevity on the job much easier. I'm thankful for each of them.
The month of August is half over and I am not particularly happy with the number of hours I have written this month. I confess that I know it's not always about how much as it is about how good and I do feel that I have put together several really strong drafts. That said, I hope next week to be back in the confessional box acknowledging that I have met or exceeded my number of hours writing for the week.
I got totally excited recently. When good things happen to other poets I'm one that is inclined to celebrate their success, so when I saw that Beth Ann Fennelly was named Poet Laureate for Mississippi I wanted to do cartwheels. Beth Ann is among my favorite poets. She has been doing some fiction recently and I hope this will set her on a course of a new poem or two from time to time.
Color me perturbed tonight. I picked up a bottle of Gold Peak tea at the store and while I intended to get the diet tea, I took a big swig as I got ready to write this and realized I had inadvertently picked up unsweetened. Yuck! Alas, I've added Splenda to it
I confess that I am hopeful that I will have some good news to report in the next couple of weeks. That's all I'm saying on the subject.
And last but not least... I confess that I redid my web site and have a new domain name The new site is at michaelwells.ink and the other domain michaelawells.com has been redirected so that it will load to the new domain.
I confess that's all I got the week!
Be safe!
Michael
Tuesday, August 02, 2016
Confession Tuesday - Where is the Year Going Edition
It's been 8 weeks since my last confession. Really? Yes, sadly it has been that long.
Since we last met at the confessional, we've celebrated America's birthday, we've nominated the first women from a major political party to be President of the United States. I've written a few new poem drafts, created a new web site at michaelwells.ink and collected a few more rejection letters.
Let me begin my confession:
Reader, I don't know where this year is going but it is going there fast. Too fast! August? Really? How the hell did this happen? I look at my calendar hopeful I can find the damn hole that the days are falling through. I don't see one. (BIG SIGH!)
There is my precious granddaughter Harper Jo who is not quite two years old now, but she is shedding that infant look in favor of a more sophisticated young child look. Her vocabulary and mannerisms are quickly becoming more advanced and I fear one day soon she will be advance beyond my wisdom. She is funny, active, and smart. I miss the younger version but I like the new one too. What I must confess is that I fear that this too will pass way to fast and the next phase will be different. Not necessarily bad, just different and I will miss the cuteness that presently becomes her.
Last Friday was the quarterly Neon Gallery event sponsored by the Writers Place. Great reading & music. Also I confess I had some good advice from Maryfrances Wagner. She suggested that I check out the Meter, Beat and Feet Performance at the Fringe Festival on Sunday. So I took her up on it, and this was my Artist date for the week. (something I confess I need to do more often) The event combined poetry, music and interpretative dance and was very relaxing and the hour really went too fast.
This weekend I worked on an application to submit with writing for the Fall AWP writer 2 writer mentoring program. I wrapped up everything this evening and uploaded my submission via Submittable. This is not me my first attempt and I know there are limited resources but I confess that I do so hope that I make it this time. This would be an extraordinary opportunity. I've hear numerous mentors and mentees rave about the program. Any prayers and good karma out there are welcome.
I can't let this confession pass without saying how incredibly proud I am that the Democratic Party has as it's Presidential nominee the first woman ever. I'm excited for what this means to women and little girls everywhere in the U.S. So many other nations have had women as their chief executives, prime ministers, etc. It is well past time that we did too. This is a historic event and even as a man, I confess that I had a real sense of pride that we've reached this point but I will not be fully satisfied until we've elected the first woman. Men can be feminists too! If you have daughters, granddaughters and even for your wives, be champions for their equality. I think writing has taught me a lot about the disparities that exist in the broader communities. We all must work to see the field leveled.
Until next week or next confession, whichever comes first.....
All Best!
Friday, July 08, 2016
This Isn't Working
There are all kinds of statics that should be screaming at us. The fact that every day 90 some persons die as a result of firearms. Some of these in the commission of crimes. An increasing number are mass shootings of innocent persons. Sadly, a growing number are youngsters dying at their own hands or because of someone else's negligence. We should not have to simply accept the number of children who gain access to a gun and shoot themselves, there little sister, or their mother in the back as she drives down the road because mom kept a loaded handgun in her purse in the back seat of the car.
Yesterday, 5 Dallas police officers were killed by a person or persons using high capacity weapons and another seven were wounded. The two previous days, officers discharged their weapons in two other cities striking and killing black males in tragic shootings. In both instances it said that the two victims were carrying guns. One was pulled by police from the victims pocket after he was shot and killed. The other is said to have advised the officer that he had a permit and had a gun in the glove box. These two incidents will be investigated by the Department of Justice, and I'm certain they the events will be subject to much scrutiny, as well they should be. The one thing that is certain is that they will not be the last.
America has a death rate by guns far and above other civilized societies. It actually exceeds some third world countries that are racked with violence. Our nation has a gun problem. It is made worse because we have become culturally dependent upon guns.Yes, there is really no more accurate way to put it than we as a nation have a fetish for and an addiction to guns.
For the time being let's set aside hunters. For the most part, hunters have a real respect for their firearms. It may sound like a generalization, but hunters are often among the most responsible firearm owners. But things get a little more dicey after that. For years, man gun owners kept guns at home basically for protection in the home setting. While gun ownership has become prolific over the years, there also became growing movement to carry weapons in public. We saw the emergence of concealed carry laws in various states with permits required. This changed to include "open carry" and state after state the legislatures ripe with members whose campaign coffers were filled by the NRA and other gun lobbies were only so happy to oblige and began even kicking away required permits and required training classes.
I could go on with a lengthy account of public shootings just this year, that were not a part of any criminal action but simply a product of irresponsibility, unfortunate accident, negligence or just plain stupidity. I will spare you a complete list, but these are a few off the examples that have actually happened and have been reported on this year:
- Several instances of children from three to six years of age that found a firearm loaded in the floor under the seat of their parents car or in a purse. I a least three incidents that I recall since the first of the year, these children in the process of handling the loaded weapon discharged it and in each instance manager to strike the driver in the back. The makes me wonder how may were discharged that missed hitting someone? It also begs to ask where the loaded guns were in their reach, and why the hell weren't the buckled in car seats?
- A teacher carrying dropped her gun while sitting on a toilet, ricocheting and striking herself in the ankle.
- A Woman who dropped her purse while checking out at the doctor's office and her handgun discharged, bullet traveling through wall and striking another person in an exam room.
- A kid reaching in his dad's jacket pocket and discharging a gun at McDonald's in line striking anther patron.
- Child reaching in mom's purse at Walmart and discharging a loaded handgun killing the mother.
Monday, July 04, 2016
We Are America....
However we have come to be American, it's important to realize we are all equal in our American Nationality. One way or the other, unless we are American Indians, we have roots to somewhere else. Maybe by way of our parents, grandparents, their parents or even further back, but we are a nation of great diversity and I believe that is one of the great strengths of this country. The American experience is multi-cultural, and that can only enrich us all.
Happy & Safe 4th of July!
Thursday, June 23, 2016
2016 Poet Crush List Six-Pack
Each year since then, (except 2014) I have revisited the poets that were getting my attention. Over the years there have been numerous that were close to making my list but last year last year I shortened the list from 10 to a Crush List Six Pack. Of course that doesn't make the decision easier, but perhaps the choices more significant.
There are some that have been held over from year to year and with good reason. Kelli Russell Agodon is an example of a repeat for several years Her writing and energy has been especially inspiring and I have three of her books each of which I revisit from time to time and her most recent one, quite often. You can see the 2015 list linked here.
And so, now I give you my 2016 Poetry Crush List. Again, a Six-Pack. And there are in not particular order of significance.
1. Marie Howe - author of three poetry books the most recent The Kingdom of Ordinary Time, a book that I have read and found a great deal of kinship with. Howe grew up in a Catholic family and Catholicism culturally informs her work. I read a number of interviews of her and was enthralled with her interview by Krista Tippett on the podcast On Being. I've noted with interest books that have won contests judged by Ms. Howe, It seems that I generally enjoy the same kinds of writing that she finds worthwhile.
2. Richard Siken - author of Crush and War of the Foxes. I've read both of these books. Crush I felt was the bolder of the two but War of the Foxes has it's points. Siken impresses me because he can deal well with the abstract and I'd like to feel I could write with courage that his work exudes. Ah, maybe someday...
3. Rachel Mennies - author of The Glad Hand of God Points Backward. Much the same way I am intrigued by the Catholic culture that can be found in Marie Howe's The Kingdom of Ordinary Time, I am fascinated at the impact of Judaism in Rachel's book. Perhaps even more that Howe, she has woven this deeply into this collection of poems. Jewish culture is less familiar to me, but I find it's imprint on her work appealing. That said, I've read a number of her poems aside from the book and have enjoyed the versatility she demonstrates. Some examples:
- Echo and Narcissus Pittsburgh
- Review #347 For The California Exotic Novelties Butterfly Kiss Vibrator on Amazon.com
- Anatomy II
6. Suzanne Frischkorn - author of Lit Windowpane, Girl on a Bridge and Red Paper Flower. Of these, I have read Red Paper Flower. This book was funny and hard hitting at the same time. I desperately wanted to read more when I finished. I'm assuming Girl on a Bridge is also out of print. On Amazon you can find copies priced between $146 and $374. Ouch. But seriously I keep hopeful that we will see some more work from poet soon. Real soon! UPDATED NOTE: Jan. 2017 - I have been informed by Suzanne that Lit Windowpane and Girl on a Bridge at Main Street Rag Online Bookstore. I have added the links in the titles in the original post. I will be ordering these myself.
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Confession Tuesday - Love & Kindness Edition
Please follow me to the confessional....
Dear Reader,
Where do you start when you don't know what to say? What do you say when basically anything said is not adequate? It's especially hard to think about yourself at a time like this. To think about what your last two weeks have been like. What has gone wrong or what has gone right.
I didn't personally know any who died in the Orlando shooting. At lease I don't believe I did. But everyone whose life was snuffed out, every person who was wounded by bullets, and everyone across this country whose heart was wounded by loss from the mass shooting has no doubt been profoundly impacted by the events. Indeed this nation grieves. We grieve once again for the senseless loss of lives by weapons that have no place in a civil society aside from the military.
The one thing I try to think about as I reflect upon the past two weeks is love. Who have I shown love to? What stranger have I smiled at? What doors have I held open? Who have I gone out of my way to help?
I also feel compelled to think about the exact opposite of love... hate. Have I really truly hated anyone? Sadly, the answer to this is honestly yes. I don't want to hate someone. I can rationalize perhaps why they may be unworthy of love. But hate, hate is a powerful poison. The funny thing (which is not really funny at all) is that most people that I hate are so remote that they don't really know who I am, much less that I actually hate them. And clearly one in particular, really exhibits by action a good deal of hate by their own right.
I suppose it is easy to rationalize that because one person does hateful things that it is justifiable to hate them back. It is truly easy to see that hate begets hate.
As much as I have decided I need to work on saying things that exemplify hate (and I have been guilty of this) I have also thought that for those out there that fall into that void somewhere between the two extremes, I need to be more open to just being a person who can share a smile, extend a greeting. Look for loving acts of kindness without regard for who these people are.
Life is short. We don't generally know expiration date. Our examples of kindness may be the last thing someone recalls.
I confess that there are things we as citizens can do about the issues of gun violence. And these are things that we should do.This is a fight we all need to wage for the sake of our future, our children and grandchildren. I have done some of these things in the past and I will continue.
I confess that I see that we all need more kindness. Everywhere! Kindness at home, at school, at work, on the street corner, while driving, I confess that I have a role to play in introducing more kindness to others.
I confess that these past two weeks I've had some positive things happen. There is the Paul Simon Concert at Starlight, and the Poem of mine appearing in The Best of Boston Literary Magazine, but it's just hard to focus on anything else.
Peace, Love, and Kindness
Tuesday, June 07, 2016
Honored to Have A poem in The Best of Boston Literary Magazine - Vol 1
Boston Literary Magazine is just released Vol 1 of their Best Of Boston Literary Magazine for over the last decade. BLM has published several of my poems over the years and I am excited that this Best Of Collection contains one of my previously published works, a poem titled Toy Soldiers..
There are some really cool work in this book. Great Job by Robin Stratton
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Confession Tuesday - Neon Lights Edition
It's been one Democratic Congressional District Presidential Caucus, one poetry reading at the Neon Gallery, one finished diary and another one started, a double platelet & red cell donation, and several full skies of rain falling in our part of the world since my last confession 6 weeks ago.
To the confessional....
Dear Reader:
The rain has stopped. Our lawn has been mowed. I can hear the grass growing again already.
I confess six weeks is a long time between confessions. I guess that makes me a fallen-away blogger returning to the fold or something like that. I could say I will try to do better, bet we all know better. The fact is that I tend to be more selective about saying something in my blog than in the early days. Maybe I'm getting wiser and figure no one really cares, but who knows.
On Friday, May 29th I had a reading at the Neon Gallery that was sponsored by the Writers Place. The Neon event is a quarterly music, poetry and art event at a downtown Kansas City location. I've attended many of these, but I confess this was the first one in which I was on the program. The Neon reading was really good. Those that missed it, well, they missed some good music, some really cool art, and well the readings were great. I confess I'd even rate my own as pretty damn good and I tend to be my harshest critic. The poet Pat Daneman (who I had never heard before) was magnificent. Sara Nicole Glass AKA Miss Conception both sang and shared poetry. While I've heard her before, she has a couple of pieces that really resonated with me. I confess that each time I hear the River Cow Orchestra I think I enjoy them more. Bob Savino was quite animated, but then when isn't he. The evening was closed out with music by Rick Malsick. This event is sponsored by the Writers Place and I was honored to read with the other talented artists.
I've said it before and it's worth repeating. As someone who journals on a regular basis I always love the feeling when I complete one journal and replace the leather binder with a fresh new one. I confess that I am not sure, but I belief it must be the starting over with clean pages that gets my emotions flowing.
When donating platelets at the Community Blood Center recently I was asked to do a double platelet and red cell donation. I've done double platelets before - my count is always high and they love to be able to double down. I've never done red cell at the same time. I confess that I spent that whole day really drained. I'm usually a wee bit sluggish after the platelets but this was way worse. I confess I may not feel I can do that much again. Probably just the platelets and maybe back off the red cells. It's really a beneficial thing to do and I would always encourage those who can, donate blood and or platelets whenever possible.
I did a lot of writing this past weekend and it's tugging at my heartstrings again tonight, so I'm off to see what I can put together.
Until next time, be yourself. No one does it better than you!
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Confession Tuesday - why am I doing this edition?
Dear Reader,
It's been one new poetry book, and a week since my last confession.
I confess that I am tired tonight and I'd rather not be confessing. Mostly because it's late and I'm tired.
I've been glued for the most part to the primary election returns from five states. DEL, CONN, RI, MD, and PENN. I was hopeful that Hillary would sweep all five but figured we had four in the bag. RI was up in the air and in the end it was the only one of the five that Hillary lost. Not a bad night at all, and it really makes the math for Bernie Sanders really insurmountable.
I was excited to get a new poetry book in the mail this week. "A Brief History of Time" by Shaindel Beers. Getting poetry in the mail is such a rush. I confess that it never grows old.
We have a storm going on presently. The dogs are unnerved by it, especially Soles. In some ways we are really making progress with him, but I confess I wish I felt he was less impacted by anxiety.
That's all for this week. May the muse be with you.
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
Confession Tuesday - A Time Out Tonight
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Confession Tuesday - Sharks are People Too - Edition
It's been two readings since my last confession. First I drove to Lawrence, Kansas to hear Ada Limon, Adam Clay, and Michael Robins read on the KU campus. I admit It would have been simpler if they had been in Kansas City, but sometimes you just have to go where good poetry is.
I mostly went to hear Ada. I first became aware of here sometime back from a podcast done on NPR and I hear her poem Sharks are in the River. More recently Ada published her book Bright Dead Things. The title pulled me into it like a magnet and I got a signed copy from her before it was shortlisted for a National Book Award for Poetry. I am not surprised that it received such acclaim as it is very deserving.
I must confess that the reading had the bonus of introducing me to two other very outstanding poets. Both Adam Clay and Michael Robins resonated well with me.
The three poets took turns reading a poem each and usually selected something to read riffing of the poet before. I didn't think I would like this method at first but it added an interesting dimension as each looked for a poem in response to the one read before.
I was indeed fortunate to attend this reading and the drive was well worth it. In addition, I picked up a copy of Ada's earlier book, Sharks are in the River.
Sunday afternoon, I attended a reading of some of the poets with work in the 10th Anniversary issue of Kansas City Metro Verse's anthology. The even was very nicely put together and everyone seemed to enjoy the event.
Until next time, the Muse be with you!
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Confession Tuesday - Lent and AWP Attended and Not Attending
It's been three published poems, untold new drafts, numerous presidential primary late nights, one vote for Hillary, another step towards normalization of relations with Cuba, too many people and groups insulted by Donald Trump to count, even more Trump lies, and roughly one month since my last confession.
If you care to join me,.... to the Confessional.
I confess that while it is Lent, and while I am Catholic, I have hardly been a good Lenten Catholic. That is to say that I have not really zeroed in on the real purpose of Lent this year and I am truly feeling guilty about it. But hey, isn't guilt what we Catholics are all about? I've given up nothing (unless you count giving up something for Lent). I have not been especially reflective (except to reflect on my failed Lent) though I can say that I have on many occasions tried to approach the season with a smile extended to others and go out of my way at times to be helpful where nothing was expected of me. I suppose that note worthy in my reflection. Perhaps in this remaining period of time till Easter I can make some positive faith directed efforts.
Tonight, as I sat down to do this confession I have a giant headache going on upstairs. I've taken some aspirin in hopes of lessening the pounding going on. I think it may be starting to subside.
About this time a year ago I had come of a trip to AWP15 in Minneapolis. It was my first such trip to the conference and I came home with a mixture of emotion. I was both tired and energized. I was overwhelmed and overjoyed. I had a great time, I learned a great deal, I met a few people I only knew through social media. I met some of my favorite poets. I missed a few I wanted to see. It was an incredible experience. I came home with many new books, I was exposed to journals that were new to me. Collected some cool swag, and great memories.
As much as I would like to go to this years conference (just over a week away) I confess that I will be right here at home. Presently I am starting to feel a let down of sorts; knowing that so much will be going on and I will not be a part of it is not only disappointing but depressing as well. Some people I missed last year are going this year and I won't be able to see them. There will be no neat swag to croon over. None of the kick-ass buttons, And most of all, I will not be able to fret over choosing between 112 panels that I want to see that conflict with others I want to see.
I can half-way joke about some of this today. but I know that as it gets closer to the start of AWP16, and the tweets and Facebook activity starts, it will be impossible to ignore what I am missing.
We all mostly write in a void. For all the negatives associated with Facebook and Twitter (or any social media) they unite us in some context and bring us together as does the AWP conference. So it will be impossible to ignore what I am missing - even as I am missing it.
Till next time, may the Muse be with you!