Poem in your Pocket Day

In anticipation of National Poetry Month (aka April) I wanted to let you know that:

There are a few different ways to receive a poem in your inbox each day all month long.
Try here and here, for starters.

There are also loads of ways kids can enjoy National Poetry Month.

April 30th marks the 2nd Annual Poem in Your Pocket Day. Make sure you’re prepared with a favorite verse — portable, pocketable, shareable. (Lucky me, my very own Sock is a Pocket is featured on the lower left-hand side of this page!!)

I am committing to writing one haiku each day in April. Haiku are deceptively small little poems with a lot of parameters. I hope to have a handle on just some of them by the end of April. Have mercy on me…

What are you doing to celebrate?

Poetry Friday – Is it Enough?

Do you know how it is when, for days on end, all your conversations seem to converge?

The same book mentioned in three different contexts?

A scientific phenomonen you’ve never heard of — on the radio, in a novel and discussed at a dinner with friends?

You, lost on the way to an appointment, your neighbor, lost on the way to a funeral and your child, afraid of getting lost?

It is as if all paths lead you to the same nut, one you’re clearly meant to crack and dig into, little by little, until you’ve gotten the very meat out and are satisfied.

Satisfied, mind you, doesn’t necessarily mean figured out.

My deepest lessons of the past decade, as a mother and a writer and a person, have been around acknowledging that very little is actually ever figured out or finished. Rather, there are moments of utter vividness, of joy, of understanding. And those serve as stepping stones to the next moments, some of which are equally lovely, but some of which are confusing, dark and scary.

Just when I thought I had things truly pegged, too. Dang. But I am in process. Before I know it, there are other moments. New paths. The number of nuts to crack is infinite. Which, granted, can be terrifying but also, sometimes, a keen comfort and relief.

This week, I talked with a friend about the internet and ended up on the subject of children, growing up.
I spoke with someone else about academic testing and ended up on the subject of children, facing life.
I listened to a podcast, read a news article, attended a meeting, and each time, in each place, there were these profound and poignant details that spoke directly to me about children, coming of age.

What a nut. What a daunting stockpile of nuts.
It reminded me of a poem I wrote years ago, when I had babies.
I thought I’d share it today…

 

Details of Devotion

Your first-year molar, three

of the four cusps cut through gummy

velvet, pursy as a jewelry bag

 

Your fingers dexterous as a nibbed pen

the precision with which you worry

the flesh of my arm as you fall asleep

 

Three thick creases in each leg

the one mid-thigh, deep and laughing

two shorter, fuller ones near your knees

 

Toes soft white and tender – a row

of tiny scallops at the end

of each round foot

 

And I could go on, I’d like to

with details so minute and sublime

my breath catches like teeth on a zipper

 

But there is a world to attend to

terrible news and sorrows

Mothers everywhere wonder:

She can run now,

she can feed herself.

Is it enough?

 

 

Literary Links

My day today includes an appointment at the dentist and more revisions, so instead of my own post I thought I’d share a few things with you:

The first, from London’s The Guardian via my aunt, is a lovely Jeannette Winterson article on the most inspiring independent bookstore in the world.

The next, a YouTube video via a student of mine, on the difficult technological transition from scroll to book.

And finally, these very delicious read-alouds by Mem Fox.

Enjoy.

School Visit Snippets

I spent this morning with hundreds of five- to eight-year-olds, talking about rhyming, writing and pockets. My voice is a little hoarse and I could definately use a nap, but am otherwise none the worse for wear.

Really, kids tend to take it easy on us children’s authors.
Often, in fact, I get hugs and little poems and huge beamy grins.

Today, a little boy came running up after our session to show me a drawing.
"I’ve got to show this to you before I give it to my mom!" he said.
It was a self-portrait — the teeth were particularly detailed — and he really wanted to show me.

Made for a pretty swell day.

There were a couple of other high points, too.

A 2nd grade boy’s reaction as I "read" my book aloud without looking at the text:
Don’t tell me you’ve got this whole thing memorized!

A few different ideas on what a school could be a pocket for:
A school is a pocket for kids.
A school is a pocket for learning.
A school is a pocket for mice!

And a little girl’s reaction to my pocket-heavy fishing vest:
It’s like a shirt only useful.

Exactly.
I mean, an ordinary shirt? 
What’s the point?

Share a Story – Shape a Future

There’s often much discussion — amongst parents and teachers, writers and librarians, readers and bloggers –about how to engage kids in literacy.

Much discussion and some head scratching and occasionally a frustrated thump on the noggin.

It’s one of those things that seems like it should be easier than it is.
I mean, we’re talking about stories here, right???
Everyone loves a good story!

But we’re up against really compelling new media.
And educational inequality.
And fear.

We’re dealing with time constraints and financial limitations.
Fill-in-the-dot tests.

We are talking about stories here, but the noise in the room is overwhelming…

Shhhh!
Enter our friends at Share a Story – Shape a Future!!
They’ve created a week-long blog event during which we can think about literacy to our heart’s content.
Nothing’s getting in the way.

Here’s the entire schedule.
Now carry on because there’s already a lot out there, and it’s good.

Poetry Friday — Pennies for Peace

My ten-year-old has a truly global sensibility.
Always has.
From about age four, she’d tell anyone who’d listen that she was into "cultures".

At various times we’ve had on our hands a budding anthropologist, a high priestess, a peacekeeper, a journalist, and a political rabble rouser. These days she makes it clear that she’ll do any variety of work as long as she has to travel around the world to do it.

In the meantime, though, she does what she can.
Experiments with Chinese calligraphy.
Dances to world beat.
Cuddles up at night with a sarong she calls Rosa.

And, lately, throw herself into Pennies for Peace.
Pennies for Peace is the charitable offshoot of the book Three Cups of Tea, by Greg Mortenson.
The premise is that the way toward world peace, prosperity and equality is through education.
And that every penny counts when trying to educate all the world’s children.

Yesterday, my girl introduced Pennies for Peace to the other fourth graders at her school.
Today, she hosted a Pakistani friend who talked to the kids about life in his home country.

The reception the kids gave him was vibrant.
They couldn’t stop popping up onto their knees with questions.
About the climate, the clothing, the game of cricket.

One little boy ended up telling the visitor about how Pakistan used to be a part of India — and asked him if he’d ever heard of Ghandi. And another pointed out that maybe K2 isn’t the second-tallest mountain in the world if you counted one of the oceanic mountains. Lots of the kids wanted to hear him speak in Urdu.

What struck me about the whole thing was how comfortable these kids are with the notion that the world is small and full of friends.

Seems to me that they’re presuming something that we still don’t always ‘get’ — at societal and political levels. What we see as groundbreaking, they take as a given. And that is the sort of thing that helps me sleep well at night…

So in honor of my Tall One, and all her open-hearted friends, these few words from Whitman today.
Namaste.

from A Passage to India
by Walt Whitman

Not you alone, proud truths of the world,         
Nor you alone, ye facts of modern science,            
But myths and fables of eld, Asia’s, Africa’s fables,
The far-darting beams of the spirit, the unloos’d dreams,            
The deep diving bibles and legends,      
The daring plots of the poets, the elder religions;         
O you temples fairer than lilies, pour’d over by the rising sun!         
O you fables, spurning the known, eluding the hold of the known, mounting to heaven!            
You lofty and dazzling towers, pinnacled, red as roses, burnish’d with gold!         
Towers of fables immortal, fashion’d from mortal dreams!         
You too I welcome, and fully, the same as the rest!      
You too with joy I sing.         

 (Read the rest here…)

The Next Book in the Stack

A few days ago we finished our latest read-aloud.

This was a matter of some consternation for all of us.

The next night loomed with nothing to read.

How would we decide? 
What were we in the mood for? 
And why couldn’t Jeanne Birdsall just up and write Book 3 so we could carry on with the sweetness of the Penderwicks?

Alas, the hours passed and we found ourselves at the dinner table, nervously nearing the witching hour.

Suddenly, as if by ESP, it was agreed upon.
We’d bring stacks and stacks of nominees to the table and vote.
Dinner plates pushed aside, we all brought forth our own particular wishes and started a process more elaborate than the CYBILS.

The result?
 

Success!
We started a book that night and have three more waiting in the wings.
Interestingly, three of the four are books from series.
Different series!
We seem to manage keeping many threads alive without getting completely mixed up in regards to fantasy and reality.
Or maybe we’re just enjoying the teeter…

Most important to the process, we agreed that if a lovely book appeared in our lives just begging to be read, we’d toss the list out the window. Because really, don’t you always need to leave the possibility open for unanticipated love?

So, here’s our list… unless it changes:

Calling on Dragons (Book 3 in a series by Patricia Wreade)
Voyage of the Dawn Treader (Book 3 in the Chronicles of Narnia by CS Lewis)
Walk Two Moons (by Sharon Creech)
Tales from the Hood (Book 6 in the Sisters Grimm series by Michael Buckley)

Should keep us busy for a bit…
 

Getting Up Close and Personal

One of the classes I’m teaching this semester takes place entirely online.

Distance learning, you’ll hear lots of people say, is the way of the future.
It enables a whole host of folk to take classes when they otherwise might not, because of car costs, childcare, scheduling issues, and what not.
And it’s true, and I’m glad to help make that happen.

But.
(You knew there was "But" coming, didn’t you?)

It just isn’t the same.
The dynamic is drier than I’d like, the interactions less generous and less fluid.
If a round-table discussion is a peony in full bloom, an online discussion is more like a stem with the occasional bud.

I feel compelled to stir up as much energy and support and wisdom for my online students as my on-campus ones, but there are days I feel miles from acheiving that.

So, today, I’m asking for your help. 
I’m inviting you to be guests in my classroom.
Help me liven things up a little!
And here’s how:

In my comments, will you offer my students:

1. Your favorite book on writing or process or creativity
or
2. Your top tip on writing poetry
or
3. Your top tip on writing prose
or
4. One way to get over writer’s block
or
5. One way to reckon with discipline and deadlines
or
6. One way to access the muse
or
7. Any other little snippet you think might inspire, illustrate, educate or awe my online writing students!

I’ll share all of your advice over the next week or two and we’ll light things a’fire!
Your reward will be my eternal gratitude.
Truly…
 

Explore UT

This coming weekend, the good folk at the University of Texas at Austin host what is billed as the "biggest open house in Texas."
 
Explore UT is a day of events, exploration, exhibits and interaction all across campus, for kids of all ages. This is the tenth anniversary of the event and, as is typical of Texas, it’s a big ol’ deal. Kids get to design bridges, pan for gold, dance the salsa and merengue, and much, much more. 

And this year, for the first time, I’ve been invited to participate — by giving a reading at the Perry-Castenada Library on campus. I’ll be joining other local children’s authors Chris Barton, Brian Anderson and Jane Peddicord and if ya’ll are in the area you should bring your little ones and come on out!

Poetry Friday — Richard Wilbur

Not to be contrary, but I’ve been thinking about opposites, more opposites, and a few differences.

There is something so funny and childlike to the notion that everything has an opposite.
And then there’s the fact that when you fill a book with said opposites, it’s really about connections.
How beautifully twisted is that??

In writing this lovely little book, Richard Wilbur went from being "an esteemed poet of humor and wisdom" to "an esteemed poet of humor and wisdom I’d really like to have dinner with."
Or rather, "… I’d really like to have numerous dinners with."

Seriously.
I want someone with this kind of whimsy in the bunker with me if it comes to that.

Run out and get this little morsel if you don’t already have it.
And in the meantime, a taste or two:

#22

A spell is something you are under
When put to sleep, or filled with wonder
The opposite of spell, I guess,
Is normal waking consciousness,
In which you’re not enthralled or sleepy,
And things are only fairly creepy.

#8

What is the opposite of riot?
It’s lots of people keeping quiet.

#19

Because what’s present doesn’t last,
The opposite of it is past.
Or if you choose to look ahead,
Future’s the opposite instead.
Or look around to see what’s here,
And absent things will not appear.
There’s one more opposite of present
That’s really almost too unpleasant:
It is when someone takes away
Something with which you like to play.