Friday, July 31, 2015

July 31 -- You win!


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!

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  1. Celestial Dance

    The heavens
    filled with stars
    worn as diamonds
    of luxury
    like a shining sun
    being a hope diamond
    And the lady swings her hips
    of the milky way and smiles
    like the super nova
    shades her eyes with the
    Aurora Boreaius
    As her solar system
    replies to his advances
    drawing him closer in with
    gravity and her charms
    of rotation and moons as
    she sings with the sun
    and the stars adorning
    her face with jewels and
    the diamonds of stars as
    her eyes shine bright as a smile
    and flame explode with
    black holes reflecting her moods
    as the earth shakes in the universe
    as the galaxy is theirs
    in the eyes of her dynamic charm
    and the planets rotate around her as
    they dance in each others arms
    creating a new system of grace
    expanding with energy and space
    as he embraces her and chases
    her with the expanding romance
    forever in the celestial dance

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    1. I can't say this is my favorite, but only because you've had so many that are great!

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  2. I didn't write many poems this month as I was concentrating on polishing up another novel, but here's my favorite of the bunch. Thanks for this opportunity, John!

    Carole Avila July 29, 2015 at 11:27 AM

    Far Away Memories (Title in progress)

    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. You didn't need to do many! I'm glad that amidst all of the stress of revising a novel, you were able to do this!

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  3. Mountains in Heaven

    These peaks that line the sky
    terrain the angels tread
    cotton snow, a mile high

    Drifts on which souls lie
    after they're long since dead
    they watch the time pass by

    The coolness of the air is nigh
    billowing puffs that fill the head
    cotton snow, a mile high

    Welling tears in the eye
    their beauty conquers fear and dread
    they watch the time pass by

    Their strength shall never die
    muscles woven of ancient thread
    cotton snow, a mile high

    These billowing hills are dry
    yet soft as fresh baked bread
    they watch the time pass by
    these peaks that line the sky


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  4. Saving the Arroyo Seco

    There are many rivers
    in Southern California.
    So many I don’t have the
    room to tell you here.

    Which answers the question:
    is there a river in LA?

    The LA rivers are wild.
    When it rains the whole land
    is nourished with water.

    The water spreads out
    and covers the LA basin -

    or it did.

    We have encroached on the land.
    Our fragile buildings can’t
    take the force of nature,

    so we confined the rivers
    and wasted the water.

    But we are saving the Arroyo Seco

    — or trying.

    www.arroyoseco.org/watershed.htm

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    1. I read this last night at the Tebot Bach reading. Carly approved of it.

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    2. It's a great poem man, and I'm proud you read it!!

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