This past fall I was in New York with my writer pal Audrey Vernick and we stumbled upon this Picasso Exhibit at MOMA. We really did. We had a couple of hours to kill in Manhattan, and lo and behold, this. The whole experience blew us away. The breadth, the quantity. The fact that Picasso was apparently good at everything in every medium.

So when it was my turn to offer up an image to my poetry group for ekphrastic inspiration, I thought, YES — Picasso! In the end, I shared multiple images so everyone could find one that spoke to them. Here’s mine!

Picasso’s Woman
Liz Garton Scanlon

When you look in the mirror
and see a body
that isn’t yours – hips
like an egg timer
with all the sand stuck
in place, thighs the size
of a small state – they say
that’s a disorder, a delusion,
which is a way of saying:
Look, there’s something else
wrong with you, not just the
thick neck and uneven breasts,
but also this – this way
of thinking – you’re disordered!
and because you always listen
to all of the voices
you hurry to have your head
shrunk
right away.

Please check out the others too!
Sara Lewis Holmes
Tanita Davis
Kelly Fineman
Laura Purdie Salas
Tricia Stohr-Hunt

(And, bonus, Tricia’s hosting Poetry Friday today so you’ll find lots more than just us there! Enjoy!)

What a year. Really, we had such a great year — my friends Sara, Laura, Tricia, Andi, Tanita, Kelly and I — writing poetry together, a new form each month. A new form that we invariably thought would be easier than it ended up being. But still, somehow, a pleasure.

So, the grand finale? A Crown Sonnet. Seven linked sonnets, each one beginning with the last line of the previous one and the final one wrapping up with the very first line from the first sonnet. And because we like a challenge, we thought, “Hey, let’s make them all about the periodic table of the elements. We each get a row.”

Which sounds old-fashioned, maybe, except when you consider that just this week a whole slew of new elements was added to the table! (This is unbelievable to me, this fluidity of truth and beauty.)

ANYWAY, you guys, here’s mine. It’s a lowly little sonnet — the fifth in a series of seven. Read it, but then go over to Tricia’s and read the whole thing. It’s kind of awesome. If I do say so. Enjoy.

Sonnet V

It’s odd to think it’s metal, and not stone
that we bite down on, gnash and grind at night.
Fine silver mixed with tin, its pauper clone,
alloyed with other charms to fend off blight.

But what if we own up, apologize:
Don’t blame the elements for our demise.

Each individual sonnet can be found by following these links:
Row 1: Laura Purdie Salas
Row 2:Tricia Stohr-Hunt
Row 3: Sara Lewis Holmes
Row 4: Kelly Fineman
Row 5: Mine
Row 6: Tanita Davis
Row 7: Tricia again

Eight years ago, my poetry pals and I stumbled into something bigger than we knew we were stumbling into. We decided to write a poem together — a big poem — a Crown Sonnet — from afar. At that point, only a few of us had ever met in person and the idea of an online collaboration still felt… surprising.

What was more surprising, maybe, was how much we loved it. Enough to try at least one big project every year since then — often formal poetry, often with assigned themes, always together from afar. We’ve all met now, at least once. We’ve grown to love each other’s poetry and truly love each other.

So this year we went bigger than big. As a sort of birthday present to Tricia (but really to all of us) we decided to do a poem every single month. And we have. Triolets and pantoums, etherees and odes. It’s been damn hard, sometimes pressure-filled, sometimes an inconvenience, and soooo delightful.

Our final poem needs a few finishing touches so it’s actually getting it’s big reveal in January (when we’ll also launch our 2016 effort — we can’t give up now!), so for today I’ll share this, from Lucille Clifton, with gratitude for my sisters.

sisters

me and you be sisters.
we be the same.
me and you
coming from the same place.

(Read the whole thing — and listen to Lucille Clifton read it! — here.)

Here are the other’s posts for today:
Tricia
Laura
Tanita
Andi
Kelly
Sara

And the link for all the Poetry Friday posts. May they bring a little necessary light into all of our lives.

Friends… I’m late to the party here. Traveling without good access to wifi. But, tra la, my November poem. We tackled ekphrastic poetry this month — aka making a poem based on a piece of art. Here’s the piece of inspiration we chose, and here’s my accompanying poem:

I was twelve.
I didn’t fit in anywhere.
I know what you’ll say –
that no 12-year-olds
fit, not exactly, and plus,
fitting isn’t the goal.

But let’s say
it was my goal – to be
a simple spoon stacked
in the kitchen drawer
with the other spoons,
to be useful and plain
as soap.

What if what I wanted
more than anything
was to be the cabbage,
the pale white potato,
the single stalk in the endless
acres of corn, wrapped up
tight and tidy, just the
smallest wisps and curls
of silk showing.

But I was twelve, a girl,
and it was hard to hide.
I tried. I wintered alone
in the greenhouse – an iris
bulb under peat moss, sore
with everything, the who
I was, the who I’d come from.
The who I would become.

Now, please please please go read the poems written by my pals:
Sara Lewis Holmes
Tanita Davis
Laura Purdie Salas
Kelly Fineman
Tricia Stohr-Hunt
Andi Sibley

And Poetry Friday, you ask? HERE IT IS!!

Back with my poetry pals this month and the only thing I’m sort of sad about is that our year-long project is drawing to a close. So this month is our 10th of 12, and I took it really seriously. Like, instead of writing one assigned poem I wrote 39. Yes, I got a little obsessed.

Our form for the month was the etheree — a ten line poem wherein each line is one more syllable than the last. Which makes them really … rhythmic, I guess. Yeah, that’s what I like about them.

So, I won’t share all 39 but here are my first 2.

Dear
Martin,
I like you
and I wonder
what you think of me?
I’ll give you two choices:
If you like me, circle yes.
If you don’t like me, circle no.
Give the answer to Maddie at lunch
and don’t tell anyone about this note.

Dear
Sophie
(or Maddie),
Is this a joke
or is it for real?
I want to answer but
I don’t like being laughed at.
Can you give me some kind of sign
so I know that it’s true and it’s you?
P.S. I didn’t tell anybody.

But don’t stop here! Check out more etherees here:
Tanita Davis
Andi Jazmon Sibley
Sara Lewis Holmes
Kelly Fineman
Laura Salas
Tricia Stohr-Hunt

And for more poems of every variety? Poetry Friday at My Juicy Little Universe!

Enjoy!

Ta-Da!! Another month’s gone by and we’ve pulled ourselves together again, just in the knick of time! We’re happy to present “Found” poems this time around. Found, as in extracted in bits and pieces from text that already existed.

Some of my pals pulled theirs from crossword puzzles and classic literature. Mine comes from pharmaceutical drug warnings — the ones that come as inserts when you pick up a prescription.

Prescription

If you experience severe
persistent
sudden
sharp
increased
painful
irregular
unusual
recurring

impulsivity
restlessness
fatigue
pain
or vivid dreams

Do not
Do not
Do not
crush
or chew

Do not
use exactly
or take more
or skip

Do not continue
or discontinue

Instead, watch
seek
ask

undergo
apply

And rise slowly
rise very slowly

You won’t want to miss the others:
Kelly Ramsdell
Andi Sibley
Laura Purdie Salas
Sara Lewis Holmes
Tricia Stohr-Hunt
Tanita Davis

You can also see them laid out together at our padlet this month.
Fancy, huh?

Still hungry for poems? Go read dozens at the Poetry Friday Round-Up, being hosted this week by TeacherDance!

Welcome Back!

Hey friends. There was an amazing full moon and a very pretty sky this weekend. Did you see it? It made me think of Paul and Ivy and a discussion they have in The Great Good Summer. When Ivy suggests that Paul knows more about the myths of the sky than he does about the stories of the Bible, Paul says they’re really not all that different:

“Ursa Major and Ursa Minor are a mother and a child. They’ve been through all sorts of terrible stuff, including getting turned into bears, but they end up right next to each other forever in the sky. Doesn’t that sound like the sort of ending you’d get in the Bible?”

Star Stories and Bible Stories
So let’s say he’s right! Here are some of those stories, ones that Ivy and Paul would both like an awful lot…

Greek Myths of the Zodiac

Stars — Myths, Legends and Lore

Book of Ruth summary

The Jane Hamilton novel by the same name!

Share and Win!
Remember that I’ll be doing a drawing — the last one! — at the end of this week. Simply read, like, comment or share to be entered! And thanks….

Who is This For?
Thanks for stopping by again. And I hope you’ll share this series with your friends. I mean, your reader-friends who would love to know more about the “real lives” of characters… your writer-friends who want to talk about ways to more deeply know and develop the folks they people their books with… your spacey friends and road trippy friends and anyone, really, who’s into some of the same of the same Great Good Stuff that Ivy Green and Paul Dobbs are into!

Wouldn’t Paul Love This?
My friend Paul Dobbs wants to get as far away from life in Loomer, Texas as possible. And when he says far away, he means outer space!

So how much would he love this story from The Atlantic about living on the International Space Station?

And what about this — a live feed of the view from up there!

And finally, if he absolutely positively has to stay down here on earth for awhile, here’s how he can get a glimpse of the International Space Station while keeping his feet on the ground.

There’s so much going on out there, isn’t it? And we don’t even think about it most of the time.

Share and Win!
Don’t miss out on your chance to win a copy of The Great Good Summer along with an extra treat or two. Simply read, comment, like or share and you’re entered! And thanks!