I have to stop sending my money off to writing contests for other people to win. I should just go down to the Shell station at San Mateo & Central and hand it over to the men who gather there between buses to ask for change. Surprise & delight them with a 10 dollar bill. Let that be how I write poetry.
April 9, 2012
Poetry Resolution
By sandrarenee
This entry was posted on Monday, April 9th, 2012 at 7:08 am and posted in Albuquerque, Writing. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
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I didn’t learn the secrets I was born to. How warm soil must be in the spring and how dry before the first shovel thrust or plow turn. Else damage. Compacted grains and no allowance for the roots pushing between. As if words were all outside of poems. As if silence cuts precisely-edged entrances through aurora borealis and milk glass. It is not gravitational flux. Perhaps it is the water’s movement across oceans and through soil that pulls the moon across the sky.
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April 9th, 2012 at 9:56 am
You could hand out little poems instead of dollars! Your words would spread through the urban sprawl, I bet they would make it to the volcanoes, then Flagstaff, then Sedona, where they would get caught up in a woo woo vortex.
Keep submitting, lady. You are damned awesome, and the universe is simply mixing up some kind of alchemical wonderland for your work, you know this is true. It will hit with fury and beauty, and you would be glad for this quiet time.
April 9th, 2012 at 10:56 am
A while back, in a poem about mounting an art installation in a gallery designed as a chest-of-drawers, I wrote, “I’ve created pans of brownies and pots of black bean soup that would have done better at feeding your soul than many of the poems I’ve written.” I’m a-thinkin’ my true calling mighta been to raise chickens (for their eggs) & cacao trees and do a lot of baking.
Just kidding. There’s no hope of me giving up writing for chefery at this point. Although there is a pot of beans with green chiles on the stove this morning that’s smelling pretty darn good.