Wednesday, July 29, 2015

July 29

On August 1 at 6pm, I'm going to host a live class / chat about publishing. Come on and join in. It's going to be a lot of fun. We'll have publishers and writers there to talk about it in general and to give you help specifically on your work, so have some to send to us during the conversation. It will be from 6-10, but you can come and go as you like! Hope to see you there!



18 comments:

  1. I'm all for fiction prompts--woo hoo!

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  2. Long Way to Deep Memories

    My childhood is distant.
    We never went camping.
    We never went to a national park.
    We took one family vacation to Mexico–
    my brother couldn’t afford
    the payments on his new Firebird.
    Dad took the car out before returning it,
    as if the dealer wouldn’t read the odometer.
    I sat on the back hump
    for sixteen hundred miles
    looking out the back window,
    blocked by my sisters’ faces.
    We went to the park because it was free.
    25 cents to swim in the public plunge,
    but I couldn’t swim.
    A bit water shy after dad threw me
    into the deep end of a pool,
    pre-kindergarten.
    A bit traumatic, you know?
    We went to the drive-in because
    six kids fit in a station wagon.
    The smallest, I was always
    relegated to the back and
    rarely saw an entire movie.
    I dig deep into past memories and
    find plenty to shovel but
    no earth worth building on.

    Carole Avila
    7/29/15

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    1. This is great Carole. Thank you for sharing.

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    2. Wonderful poem. That place where there is no earth makes for amazing poetry!

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    3. Thank goodness for my shitty childhood. I'd have no poetry without it. This may be why I think writing poetry sucks compared to fiction, where I get to make-up what I missed out on!

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  3. The Mulberry Effect

    It was the start of the second grade year
    In the Fall of the early morning here
    In La Verne, where the class was shown
    a thousand silk worms on their own
    Eating the leaves of the mulberry trees
    We needed to see from all of these
    caterpillars what occurs when you put them
    into jars and containers
    And wait to see the transformation
    from our trees experimentation
    putting holes into the lids
    Being we were only kids
    wanting to witness the
    metamorphosis
    of the caterpillars before us
    Slowly they turned into hanging cocoons
    hanging upside down to soon turn from a
    worm into a butterfly as they all squirmed to
    dry outside the cocoon where we waited for days
    anticipating the beautiful display
    Turning from a worm into a butterfly
    Opening our eyes to the utter surprise
    Fluttering inside to realize
    they were alive and needed to be free
    as they arrived and succeeded to be
    changed into a strange thing of beauty
    Now the teacher told us it was time
    to release the beautiful creatures
    we got from the trees
    into the world as they flew in the
    breeze making our hearts feel as though
    we let nature take her wings to show
    how it is meant to be respected and
    know even though it was collected
    to let it go
    For the free can only succeed to be
    if we alone can have freedom our creed

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    1. I love absolutely love where you've taken this poem!! Well done!

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  4. They're so fuzzy now
    So far away
    I can feel their presence
    Fading, with my youth
    The smells linger
    With the visual flashes
    Short blasts of images
    Hiding in my mind
    Sometimes in my dreams
    It's like I've gone back
    A mental time traveler
    Old moments, made fresh
    But when I awaken
    The static returns
    Hiding my memories
    My childhood goes back
    In the box

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    1. That's fantastic Molly! Great poem and different than your usual.

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    2. I thought if I put together a collection of childhood memory poems, that this one would be the last one. An end at the end

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  5. I think I've written fiction before..... :)

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  6. Camping With Mom and Dad

    I was there
    sort of
    the memory
    is a bit hazy

    I’m guessing they
    went camping
    I was never outside
    on that trip

    actually I didn’t
    start out on that
    camping trip
    but came later

    they used to talk
    about doing it
    whatever it was
    and there was
    some disagreement
    as to whether
    it was done
    inside or outside
    the trailer

    I’m guessing
    it was done
    both places

    that was when
    I arrived

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    1. Ah, awkward parents! Great memory poem man!

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    2. You wanted deep. I never got that people couldn't imagine that their parents had sex. They probably only said it once in front of me, and it was really just between them.

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