Mark Your Calendar: A Workshop on Flash Fiction!

flash fiction

“A small fiction is a lone wolf of a lie, sometimes hounding the truth across a field but oftentimes simply sitting on a hilltop to raise its face to the moon and howl of love or loss….” Robert Olen Butler

On Friday, I was honored to learn that 3 stories of mine were accepted by Anchala Studios for an upcoming anthology called Flash Memory. It’s a collection of flash fiction intended for memory-impaired readers, but the book may appeal to anyone who has limited time and just needs a quick fix of fiction (might this be you?). Stay tuned for the details.

I’ve written about flash fiction and its growing popularity before, for both readers and especially writers. I’ll actually be leading a workshop for Central Carolina Community College in Pittsboro on this very topic on Saturday, March 3, 2018 from 9 a.m.- 3 p.m.

Flash fiction stories (usually 750 words or less) are irresistible, savory nuggets of human experience at your fingertips. Opportunities for writing and publishing are better than ever. Participants will read some of the best, experiment a little, and leave the class with a “kit” for future inspiration. Bonus: The editors of Flash Memory have also kindly agreed to share with me some of the insights they gained while reviewing and selecting these stories, and I plan to share their wisdom during the workshop.

Interested? Registration deadlines will be available soon at the CCCC website.

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Fun with Haiku and Hibiscus

hibiscus

Ashley sees:

Hibiscus flower
Carousel for hummingbirds
Upturned parasol.

Johnpaul sees:

Hibiscus flower
More like a satellite dish
Or lethal ray gun.

What do you see?

 

Why I Write Poetry

To breathe….to exist….to affirm….the list goes on and on. But now in my first year of retirement from a wonderful (albeit hectic!) career in public relations and marketing, I am loving the opportunity to enhance my life through the exploration of poetry.

I live an ordinary life by most people’s standards. On any given day you’ll find me gardening, making jam, or just simply dreaming in my hammock swing. I write poetry because it gives me the chance to explore the mysteries of the little things and express gratitude for the profound joy they give me. It has also helped me in other writing that I do, especially short fiction.

A dear friend shared with me a fabulous newsletter called Brain Pickings, edited by Maria Popova, which recently revealed a treasure trove of wisdom by the fearlessly unconventional E.E. Cummings. In giving advice to a young poet, he said: “A lot of people think or believe or know they feel — but that’s thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling — not knowing or believing or thinking.”

Over the coming weeks, I hope to share more of my regular efforts to capture poetry of the moment, poetry focused on feelings, rather than of a particular belief or knowledge. We’ll start with one from last spring, slightly edited since it originally appeared in the April 2017 30/30 Poetry Project sponsored by Tupelo Press.

Afternoon on Whale Tail Road

Why, when looking down from the deck
at the dandelion tufts in the yard
the arabesque of the mulberry
stealing sun from the fig
and the cats lolling on laundry
blown off the line, does it feel
it would be a shame
to change anything?

Happy June Bug Day!

Japanese-Beetle-PictureIn celebration of today (June 7) being National June Bug Day, I’ll post a poem about their closest cousins, the much-maligned Japanese beetle. This poem first appeared in Pinesong 2016, and for it I will always thank my friend Mary Barnard for her advice on diction, pacing, and voice.

A Widow on Chester Street

Lucie Mae Moffitt cried, God help her she cursed, the family of Japanese beetles squatting on her red hibiscus tree.

Giddy, some even swung upside down like the clip-on earring she lost
on the Ferris wheel at the state fair in 1977.

From his glider Herman would’ve chuckled now as he chuckled then. No use crying
over spilt milk. Ministers think like that. Lucie Mae does not.

Neighbors peeked through jalousies as she whooshed three beetle traps down her clothesline. Might as well hand-deliver invitations, tsk-tsked Mary Alice.

A day later someone dubbed Edna’s Rose of Sharon the Ghost of Sharon. But nobody snickered when the beetles doilied Duncan’s flowering crab.

Next they crocheted Abigail’s grape vine and just for kicks they chewed up and spit
out Bobby Joe’s pittosporum. Peter’s purple leaf plum? Pulverized.

Over a pot of tizzy tea, Lucie Mae fretted until her pin curls unraveled. A beetle
bungeed into her chinoiserie cup. She stood. Time to peel off the lace gloves.

Leave well enough alone, the glider would’ve uttered. But by then Lucie
was whirring toward Lane’s Nursery in her navy blue Lincoln Continental. 

Deliver to Chester Street! she commanded, snagging the last five hibiscus trees.
Card? Indeed. Courtesy of Lucie Mae Moffitt.

Too far? Lucie Mae wondered over a cup of mea culpa tea. For once the glider didn’t speak. No use, she half-chuckled half-trembled, crying over spilt milk.

Two days later she woke to the put-it-here, put-it-there of Eastern blue birds as
plump as pin cushions. Northern cardinals and chickadees sashayed in next.

Avian occupancy soared and people migrated to Chester Street to swoon over the
double-decker nest boxes. No binoculars needed. Umbrellas advised.

If the sky falls, Lucie Mae said to The Herald reporter, a boy far too young to
know what it meant to let go, better just hold up your hands.

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The Great Biscuit Caper!

You’ll be glad to know that since retiring from my work in public relations at UNC, I’ve decided to devote my time to writing. Serious writing. The highfalutin kind.

My short-short story, “To-Do List of a First-Time Teleworker,” published in this month’s edition of Carolina Woman, is evidence of this. It is a genuine account of the dangers of teleworking, so please beware!

And now, I turn to poetry, a medium which should be used only to address life’s most serious questions. Today we cover a recent transgression of the highest order that occurred at home. All we know for sure was that Johnny’s sausage biscuit disappeared from the counter. Warning! This isn’t your usual whodunnit. It’s a whodoggit.

The Great Biscuit Caper

The setting? Breakfast time!
Let’s set the caper to rhyme.
Who would dare to risk it?
Who would snatch a biscuit?
We must reenact the crime!

buster

The short one had crumbs on his snout!
But he did not act alone, no doubt
He had a taller accomplice….
with a reputation far from spotless
Next time we’ll dine in, not out!

 finn

Now that you’ve seen the evidence, who do you think is to blame? If you have a dog at home, I think you’ll understand!

Poem #30 – From the Liberty Antiques Fair!

libertyFor my last poem, I write from Friday’s visit to the famed Liberty Antiques Fair, where I was as moved the vendors and their stories as I was by the splendid selection of centuries-old bric-a-brac. Read Poem #30, The Sunday House, here.

The complete list of my work, along with that of my fellow poets, will be posted on the Tupelo Press site for an additional 30 days. From the drop-down menu, just click on the link for the April 30/30 project.

If you’ve enjoyed my work, I hope you’ll consider supporting me with a small donation. Every little bit helps. Supportive comments on this blog (and Facebook) have been so appreciated because they’ve inspired me throughout my journey. And at the end of it, I am so grateful for the experience. Not only have we contributed to a great cause, but personally I’ve bolstered my discipline for writing daily and made some great friends along the way!

 

Poem #28 – Morning Commute

commute.jpgA long commute can be grueling, especially after a full day at work, but there has always been something special about the morning drive. I feel as if, like Francois Cheng (the Asian-French poet-philosopher) once said, “We are always at the morning of the world.”

The drive along U.S. 64 from Asheboro to Chapel Hill is my inspiration for Poem #28.

To catch up on my progress, I hope you’ll breeze through the daily list to read the poems posted so far. Just two more to go!

If you love poetry, I hope you’ll consider supporting a poet this month. Scroll  down read my work (and those of the other poets) if you can, and consider supporting me with a small donation. Supportive comments on this blog are also very welcome because they inspire me to keep going!

Many, many thanks to all of you have contributed to the cause so far — either through a monetary donation or moral support, which are equally valuable.

Please know that your contributions are going to a great cause. Tupelo Press is a prestigious non-profit press, and for 17 years their mission has been to publish new voices. They are giving my work some exposure, and bringing me into a community of over 350 alumni helping each other publish our work.

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Poem #27 – Midnight Walmart

walmart2Ever been to Walmart at midnight? Maybe you’re making a last minute run for some ibuprofen. Maybe you’ve just run out of milk. And maybe you’re just feeling lonely.

The magical, almost surreal experience of Walmart at midnight is my inspiration for Poem #27.

To catch up on my progress, I hope you’ll breeze through the daily list to read the poems posted so far. Just three more to go!

If you love poetry, I hope you’ll consider supporting a poet this month. Scroll  down read my work (and those of the other poets) if you can, and consider supporting me with a small donation. Supportive comments on this blog are also very welcome because they inspire me to keep going!

Many, many thanks to all of you have contributed to the cause so far — either through a monetary donation or moral support, which are equally valuable.

Please know that your contributions are going to a great cause. Tupelo Press is a prestigious non-profit press, and for 17 years their mission has been to publish new voices. They are giving my work some exposure, and bringing me into a community of over 350 alumni helping each other publish our work.

Poem #26 – Attack of the Fire Ants!

fire-antEver been bitten by a fire ant? If so, it is not an experience you’ll easily forget.

The tenacious tiny fire ant is my inspiration for Poem #26.

To catch up on my progress, I hope you’ll breeze through the daily list to read the poems posted so far. Just four more to go!

If you love poetry, I hope you’ll consider supporting a poet this month. Scroll  down read my work (and those of the other poets) if you can, and consider supporting me with a small donation. Supportive comments on this blog are also very welcome because they inspire me to keep going!

Many, many thanks to all of you have contributed to the cause so far — either through a monetary donation or moral support, which are equally valuable.

Please know that your contributions are going to a great cause. Tupelo Press is a prestigious non-profit press, and for 17 years their mission has been to publish new voices. They are giving my work some exposure, and bringing me into a community of over 350 alumni helping each other publish our work.

Poem #25 – About the State Bird

cardinalToday, in honor of my dear friend Jen Kretchmar and our numerous road trips together, I share a poem about our beloved state bird. The Northern Cardinal inspired Poem #25.

To catch up on my progress, I hope you’ll breeze through the daily list to read the poems posted so far. Just five more poems to go!

If you love poetry, I hope you’ll consider supporting a poet this month. Scroll  down read my work (and those of the other poets) if you can, and consider supporting me with a small donation. Supportive comments on this blog are also very welcome because they inspire me to keep going!

Many, many thanks to all of you have contributed to the cause so far — either through a monetary donation or moral support, which are equally valuable.

Please know that your contributions are going to a great cause. Tupelo Press is a prestigious non-profit press, and for 17 years their mission has been to publish new voices. They are giving my work some exposure, and bringing me into a community of over 350 alumni helping each other publish our work.

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