tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10845744757961903162024-03-18T05:48:13.169-04:00my juicy little universeHeidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.comBlogger813125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-59138165783766820482024-03-15T06:33:00.005-04:002024-03-16T10:06:23.486-04:00reintroducing *WHISPERshout Poetry Magazine*<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.whispershoutwritingworkshop.net/magazine/heading-b2pxd-3x23t-yzk5l-y49ex-la4nd-ndtm9-yj6rw-26zeh-8t2sw-z5k9t" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="924" data-original-width="1640" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzS_Fj9wfQEmnEu4MTCE_B1Ehb0S20Wc1yuLzcRenmYPg8kADKrJxbLVYljwk1OIb0I5kHnRozz3n1jCw95LNFA1IQe4tMrsLkyRPTcr5QSlkw4QH35qy7SeL6aW0pFzCx1uqOWaLdZ_0t7LB-ytbOpbH2LGFkZWRQ61tRTwr03EHO7hd9fnRCY5W2VfY/w263-h148/Untitled%20(Instagram%20Post%20(Square))%20(Facebook%20Post%20(Landscape))%20(Facebook%20Cover).png" width="263" /></a></div></div>Greetings, poetry people! This week my climate post is swerving slightly to highlight new poems by kids published at <a href="https://bit.ly/WHISPERshoutMag-CurrentIssue" target="_blank">WHISPERshout Poetry Magazine</a>. I started this online journal about a year ago and I believe it's the only magazine in the US publishing work by the youngest kids ages 4-12. Often I can include accompanying artwork or photos of the kids.<p></p><p>I really thought it was a vast untapped opportunity for teachers, librarians, homeschoolers and freelancers like me to guide their young poets towards--kids love to see their work "published" in some form, just like we do! But I've been surprised that it has been so hard to get submissions; I thought the word would spread more easily. Still, I've been able to publish at least one issue per month, since there's no shortage of interesting poetry coming out of my own workshops with kids. (Thanks here to Margaret Simon, who has frequently shared poems written by her students.) Maybe I don't know how to use social media well enough to make it work!</p><p>In Jan/Feb, I ran two "Weather Words" workshops in which we mixed drama and poetry, acting out BARTHOLOMEW AND THE OOBLECK and writing weather poetry (although of course You Are the Boss of Your Poem and I would never insist that you write only weather poems!). March's first issue of WHISPERshout Poetry Magazine features seven of the poems written during these workshops.</p><p>With thanks to our host <a href="http://tanitasdavis.com/wp/?p=13406" target="_blank">Tanita</a> (fellow March bday celebrator) and a request to all of you to <b>share the magazine far and wide</b>, below I introduce you to a sample of the next generation of poets and their storm of weather poems. <span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://bit.ly/WHISPERshoutMag-CurrentIssue" target="_blank">Go read! Comment! 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3QQUgsKr80JngdNJltF3DkPososiSu4Fwzakn_b28uNcW9UPuHiIZWhkoQ-0Y5Luos_ecIdFT_9SK0idkuvW2weyz-a44EXVH3AHCF5ujSkzpzC5VGpmCjr9AGilyTICFMlKYcCE7fD-sN3ZiEbdqSZDK_aYBTK-h7Q5m1Kxrj64B6qg28uInm6OHyfk/w230-h230/crystal.jpg" width="230" /></a></div>Greetings, all, and welcome to March (a favored month of mine). We kick it off, we Inklings, by writing persona poems with Margaret Simon, whose challenge read <span style="font-family: georgia;">"<span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">A persona poem has a specific audience, conveys a message, is written in the voice o</span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">f another person, place, or thing, uses direct address. A great sample poem is <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47559/mother-to-son" target="_blank">“Mother to Son” by Langston Hughes</a>."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></span></div><span id="docs-internal-guid-7269c51a-7fff-da2a-3c47-1130411cc094"><div><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm double dipping for this one, because during the recently concluded February Poetry Project hosted by Laura Shovan (the theme this year was Games), we enjoyed a prompt provided by Margaret herself that included cards from a game she plays with students called <a href="https://www.mindware.orientaltrading.com/picwits-a2-56002.fltr" target="_blank">Picwits</a>. We each selected one of the cards and one of the photos and wrote to that combination. I stepped into the halo of this angel:</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBEqMeJu0tK-z1kgYptoOgrmfpCkyTRQmPi0Ebf3rzoLGR48BZjnkgHo-46qK1dD6U3ijws4TEqkrtDg6I1xpYROn-HGbmMgV63tpO5GVC5HT7W6oqMRd_uZZ6Zz2kiPqkEchbUxNA8h_-uCxCgjyAKoV5-U3f6QBBF9YKIMKKgAZxgOG_KI9xt4neAPs/s694/image.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="694" data-original-width="335" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBEqMeJu0tK-z1kgYptoOgrmfpCkyTRQmPi0Ebf3rzoLGR48BZjnkgHo-46qK1dD6U3ijws4TEqkrtDg6I1xpYROn-HGbmMgV63tpO5GVC5HT7W6oqMRd_uZZ6Zz2kiPqkEchbUxNA8h_-uCxCgjyAKoV5-U3f6QBBF9YKIMKKgAZxgOG_KI9xt4neAPs/w248-h514/image.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><span id="docs-internal-guid-190a37df-7fff-0e7b-122f-9b37b9668bec"><b><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Angel to God</span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oh Lord—</span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Every day, seven days a week</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">(no rest for </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">me</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"> on the seventh day),</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I put on my wings </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and leave the house.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It’s like any other job–</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">there are days you look forward to,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and days you’d rather be elsewhere, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">doing something else entirely,</span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">doing nothing.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">That’s my aim, my angle–</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">to earn a sabbath, just one day </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">of angel’s rest </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">now and then,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">a day when I can </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">lie barebacked in a hammock
</span></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">made of angel hair (it really is </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"><span>f</span>eather-light), saving no one,
</span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">doing nothing.</span></p></b></span></span></div></span><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></span></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 8pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><b> draft ©HM 2024</b></span><div><span style="font-size: 10.6667px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 10.6667px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 10.6667px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>That was fun, and good practice too, because I hope to be doing a mask and persona poem project with 6th graders in April, at the old middle school of both my kids.</div><div><span><b><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span></b><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div><span face="Montserrat, sans-serif" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Go here to find the personas inhabited by the other Inklings, and thanks to <a href="https://teacherdance.org/2024/02/poetry-friday-make-choice.html" target="_blank">Linda at TeacherDance</a> for leading the March into Spring. I hope she's not snowed under...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #000033; font-family: Arvo;">Catherine @ </span><a href="https://readingtothecore.com/" target="_blank">Reading to the Core</a></span></div><div><p style="color: #000033; font-family: Arvo;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;">Molly Hogan @ <a href="https://nixthecomfortzone.com/" target="_blank">Nix the Comfort Zone</a></span></p><p style="color: #000033; font-family: Arvo;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;">Linda Mitchell @ A<a href="https://awordedgewiselindamitchell.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"> Word Edgewise</a></span></p><p style="color: #000033; font-family: Arvo;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;">Margaret Simon @ <a href="https://reflectionsontheteche.com/" target="_blank">Reflections on the Teche</a></span></p><p style="color: #000033; font-family: Arvo;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mary Lee @ <a href="https://ayearofreading.org/" target="_blank">(A)nother Year of Reading</a></span></p></div><div><br style="white-space-collapse: collapse;" /></div></span></div><div style="font-size: 11pt;"><span face="Montserrat, sans-serif" style="font-size: 8pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div></span></span></div>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-38054642617644574682024-02-16T07:47:00.002-05:002024-02-16T07:47:21.277-05:00yet here we are<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW_PDBzzowsbs0TU5D2m_6UHCZL6N8hVmhZUk5L-p0MHAES6vBS7OhQ22aXkF0GpYt4P-M8ntKel-UkKFZhKWDXbnCvDGCa3m0-0CnvkQrmdF2gWC2L59z6bC41ELr1LW9FhsieCo8FQ4oJzaWAftp1IlcIJk7l6XGA9UwWUc9eGkAF9panrfZS9PM7Vc/s1104/ClimateFridaymjlulogo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="496" data-original-width="1104" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW_PDBzzowsbs0TU5D2m_6UHCZL6N8hVmhZUk5L-p0MHAES6vBS7OhQ22aXkF0GpYt4P-M8ntKel-UkKFZhKWDXbnCvDGCa3m0-0CnvkQrmdF2gWC2L59z6bC41ELr1LW9FhsieCo8FQ4oJzaWAftp1IlcIJk7l6XGA9UwWUc9eGkAF9panrfZS9PM7Vc/w481-h216/ClimateFridaymjlulogo.JPG" width="481" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tight on time today, but here's a word from our sponsor Planet Earth, in the voice of her proxy, poet Caitlin Gildrien. This poem comes from the anthology you've seen me mention before--DEAR HUMAN AT THE EDGE OF TIME (Paloma Press, 2023).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I like the breadth of the perspective in this poem, its surprising density given that breadth, its uncertain, intense desire to carry on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzekn7nB-ARNhOPXjSUerYEWt9sz8QMv4a_3PlUuLvnyG_jTP6JROVcb8cUl-tCADo6UvkFXgLIOUhuKXCHdD7Oh8p9JWPW0yhOQkYhJpDb-fYrGTg908rg-2CqIaz6R0zMAvIGEyU3cnpheIHplTMOnEypABPbM31StaNdVgoHkldgqBz5iyX3RztvvQ/s4032/IMG_0787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2487" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzekn7nB-ARNhOPXjSUerYEWt9sz8QMv4a_3PlUuLvnyG_jTP6JROVcb8cUl-tCADo6UvkFXgLIOUhuKXCHdD7Oh8p9JWPW0yhOQkYhJpDb-fYrGTg908rg-2CqIaz6R0zMAvIGEyU3cnpheIHplTMOnEypABPbM31StaNdVgoHkldgqBz5iyX3RztvvQ/w395-h640/IMG_0787.jpg" width="395" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Thanks to Mardiret I mean Margaret of <a href="https://reflectionsontheteche.com/2024/02/15/poetry-friday-is-here-2/" target="_blank">Reflections on the Teche</a>, who is hosting us following the festivities of Mardi Gras!<p><br /></p>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-69336776530904964952024-02-02T07:06:00.005-05:002024-02-02T09:15:41.882-05:00pssssstt...wanna know a secret?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEged06XRTBgBfat8rFAcdDstZqQHRCLB93e8lDgsU2LJHnBVaTBh_dDRKJE0iG2eJXXTAVBgr_yHXq1hT6-PizIOrkoAe3GTQM3b3zfh_wFN83j5JuGO5SIeWJavnFDSjxmlcbMuUJwD0b4KKDls1aGrTSUHSTwRMzBfU5yaGa-bgdoibi3N0Z6pj3OfgA/s1188/0NorthlandBlueberry.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="792" data-original-width="1188" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEged06XRTBgBfat8rFAcdDstZqQHRCLB93e8lDgsU2LJHnBVaTBh_dDRKJE0iG2eJXXTAVBgr_yHXq1hT6-PizIOrkoAe3GTQM3b3zfh_wFN83j5JuGO5SIeWJavnFDSjxmlcbMuUJwD0b4KKDls1aGrTSUHSTwRMzBfU5yaGa-bgdoibi3N0Z6pj3OfgA/s320/0NorthlandBlueberry.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Greetings, all, and Happy February. The Inklings are writing about secrets today, which may be the original double-edged sword, invented long before any tempered metal blade. I would love to watch a little home movie of the first moment some humans realized they could, for good or ill, know things that no one else knew, keeping their knowledge to themselves or between themselves and selected others without revealing them to the general public.<p></p><p>And oh, wait--it's occuring to me that THIS may be the real story of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, and possibly the point of God, to read your mind when your fellow humans can't! Is it cynical to suggest that God is the original Elf on the Shelf? (Surely that's only one edge of the double-edged sword of the Lord, even so.)</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_-igmEf9vNSFOOQ2UjGxFakvsJm_A-dPMJCro1MhZ7hX7ZEAuRxmtZzmRj-igkeao9leGWTysB3oeDrXDG65kzIEhBZH2UxbMCiI2oqyq_U7Z5JpKeZqm_F-Akjdzb5Ub1XyOdZSosM-esZlKx2iJxcZxcGvF_cLEJQ0grB_1kIlE9-BPtpKeit3VGQ8/s198/MoSTlogo.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="178" data-original-width="198" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_-igmEf9vNSFOOQ2UjGxFakvsJm_A-dPMJCro1MhZ7hX7ZEAuRxmtZzmRj-igkeao9leGWTysB3oeDrXDG65kzIEhBZH2UxbMCiI2oqyq_U7Z5JpKeZqm_F-Akjdzb5Ub1XyOdZSosM-esZlKx2iJxcZxcGvF_cLEJQ0grB_1kIlE9-BPtpKeit3VGQ8/s1600/MoSTlogo.png" width="198" /></a></div>But I digress. Catherine offered us this challenge which she found in a series of prompts from the <a href="https://www.mostpoetry.org/" target="_blank">Modesto-Stanislaus Poetry Center</a> in Modesto, CA.<br /><p></p><p><i>Prompt # 6 (for December 20): Our Lips are Sealed…Or Not</i></p><p><i>Write a poem about secrets——family, community/societal, governmental, personal, etc. This could be a narrative (how the secret(s) started, where it or they led, the along-the-way and final (if any) consequences. For inspiration or starting blocks for your poem, here’s this poem, <a href=" https://poets.org/poem/family-secret ?v=r3kQlzOi27M" target="_blank">“Family Secret” </a>by Nancy Kuhl.</i></p><p>I received this brilliant poem in my inbox through Poem-A-Day, so I was thrilled to go in this direction, and did so writing after another Poem-A-Day offering I was taken with: <a href="https://poets.org/poem/lords-corner" target="_blank">"The Lord's Corner" by Tyree Daye.</a> Here's mine.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEsQNnTnwVpQ7NHXK9Rgpeax2pRp89o0p6LUVgKjfCNTNS4x9Jq7cVa1kJnACGU26wt7dwwHAx_-K324dKIUBc1_F_jngF9MqLLcivcvTocwy9yeHgFrQOVv-GiUdn-FuVBt8P7Y3oEV05D_kTvFQc-gnxJ-lrSE7pyY1o3jexD5R0jcqtfbHGpzWxj4/s751/1blue.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="410" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEsQNnTnwVpQ7NHXK9Rgpeax2pRp89o0p6LUVgKjfCNTNS4x9Jq7cVa1kJnACGU26wt7dwwHAx_-K324dKIUBc1_F_jngF9MqLLcivcvTocwy9yeHgFrQOVv-GiUdn-FuVBt8P7Y3oEV05D_kTvFQc-gnxJ-lrSE7pyY1o3jexD5R0jcqtfbHGpzWxj4/w350-h640/1blue.PNG" width="350" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>I also got excited about Nancy Kuhl's commentary on her "Family Secret" poem and used it for a blackout poem:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0mOe4hQ5ltEW-7MlvO3Y3hDDRY_JsrCh_730ELwb-XYxpYz9DG6uzSbOwJe_7dVbWBNQ40oWw3N0SIJx-1-rYKJZ5cA3qpmXRLrqIWzlaL-_b-3_b3uDY9RYhhz8MjvOVFZFqa7GQzR_7QcNhn39xnItpzMvSOFnDtTRuFIGe5F2noC2KrevmE7Q34U/s461/1secret.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="305" data-original-width="461" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0mOe4hQ5ltEW-7MlvO3Y3hDDRY_JsrCh_730ELwb-XYxpYz9DG6uzSbOwJe_7dVbWBNQ40oWw3N0SIJx-1-rYKJZ5cA3qpmXRLrqIWzlaL-_b-3_b3uDY9RYhhz8MjvOVFZFqa7GQzR_7QcNhn39xnItpzMvSOFnDtTRuFIGe5F2noC2KrevmE7Q34U/w400-h265/1secret.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And now, before I point you to the other Inklings and their secrets, I need to share this one by Desi, a 3rd-grader I'm having the deep delight of working with regularly. Here's her poem from the current issue of WHISPERshout Magazine, <a href="https://bit.ly/WHISPERshoutPoetryMag-Issue1-1" target="_blank">which you can find here</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_sF20uqM2FjNTWX0bYvfBDdj1QFn4U2aGT7sERmZpSlJnr8IigKXzD8IH2tg5pDCSJnrXYZB-JO3tFFA2yD5yhIqYyIefVTFe8jHUv5tw5G48YvwU_Gc9J76Au9MWUymHmLfkH2VVdsrdcRcap81RFToCzSKAnQ-BavNtpUSdcSSPDnr8bGG7YoZnF88/s582/0.secret.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="507" data-original-width="582" height="349" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_sF20uqM2FjNTWX0bYvfBDdj1QFn4U2aGT7sERmZpSlJnr8IigKXzD8IH2tg5pDCSJnrXYZB-JO3tFFA2yD5yhIqYyIefVTFe8jHUv5tw5G48YvwU_Gc9J76Au9MWUymHmLfkH2VVdsrdcRcap81RFToCzSKAnQ-BavNtpUSdcSSPDnr8bGG7YoZnF88/w400-h349/0.secret.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Check out the secrets of the other Inklings below, and thanks to our own Mary Lee (well, YOUR Mary Lee, too--she's very generous with her participation!) for hosting today at <a href="https://ayearofreading.org/2024/02/01/the-poetry-friday-roundup-is-here-3/" target="_blank">A(nother) Year of Reading</a>!</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #73a92b; color: #000033; font-family: Arvo;">Catherine @ </span><a href="https://readingtothecore.com/" target="_blank">Reading to the Core</a></span></div><div><p style="background-color: #73a92b; color: #000033; font-family: Arvo;"><span style="font-size: large;">Molly Hogan @ <a href="https://nixthecomfortzone.com/" target="_blank">Nix the Comfort Zone</a></span></p><p style="background-color: #73a92b; color: #000033; font-family: Arvo;"><span style="font-size: large;">Linda Mitchell @ A<a href="https://awordedgewiselindamitchell.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"> Word Edgewise</a></span></p><p style="background-color: #73a92b; color: #000033; font-family: Arvo;"><span style="font-size: large;">Margaret Simon @ <a href="https://reflectionsontheteche.com/" style="color: #f1c232; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Reflections on the Teche</a></span></p></div><div><br /></div><div>AND LASTLY! I must say a resounding THANK YOU to all who sent me such mantel full of lovely New Year's postcards, and to Jone for organizing us!</div><div><br /></div>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-4018296414077643222024-01-19T07:08:00.007-05:002024-01-19T07:12:11.074-05:0050 ways to cure the climate<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUV8fdV0hWFCua1RI_B0dYEzhExaCz6J0z0zNjcHMOxcPECshrtq_bYWBx10-jpk8Rf3qeEQYwUFl0eV03SDBIFSwZRoNT6wVDPLJDrdDRVVBKUVpI0k8_LkWu_c_HhsZOwlm64QHhq76JNFBUi5cjtKGHTMRwtq42_i9FtKRoR6n37V1tdDo8p8-VHwA/s1104/ClimateFridaymjlulogo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="496" data-original-width="1104" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUV8fdV0hWFCua1RI_B0dYEzhExaCz6J0z0zNjcHMOxcPECshrtq_bYWBx10-jpk8Rf3qeEQYwUFl0eV03SDBIFSwZRoNT6wVDPLJDrdDRVVBKUVpI0k8_LkWu_c_HhsZOwlm64QHhq76JNFBUi5cjtKGHTMRwtq42_i9FtKRoR6n37V1tdDo8p8-VHwA/w530-h239/ClimateFridaymjlulogo.JPG" width="530" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Greetings, Poetry People! As I write, snow is falling steadily for the second time this week here in the MD suburbs of DC. Our 4-day school week dwindled to just one yesterday, and while it's <a href="https://www.washingtonpost.com/weather/2024/01/16/winter-storms-snow-arctic-blast-ice/" target="_blank">nice to finally have snow days in January</a>, right where they belong, the bigger climate picture is always on my mind.<p></p><p>So I have two bon mots for you today (and I'm not using that expression in the Francophone way meaning "clever remarks"; I'm using it the way my dad used to, meaning "little treats.") The first is a poem from <a href="https://dearhuman.poetsforscience.org/" target="_blank">DEAR HUMAN ON THE EDGE OF TIME: POEMS ON CLIMATE CHANGE IN THE UNITED STATES</a> (Paloma Press 2023). I'm still getting to know all the poems and poets included in this anthology, where my poem "Prompt: Write a Climate Crisis Poem" appears. This one I'm sharing is not by me!</p><p><br /></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: georgia;"><b>Sonnet for the Seasons: New England | Kate Cell</b></span></p></blockquote></blockquote><p> </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><b style="color: #ffd966; font-family: georgia;">And what if we could stop it, after all,</b></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: georgia;"><b> could stop the change too swift for us to grasp,</b></span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: georgia;"><b> listening instead to the maple's sweet dusk</b></span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: georgia;"><b>drip in the metal bucket? The whipp-poor-will</b></span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: georgia;"><b>may never summer here again. Recall</b></span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: georgia;"><b> to us Lock's Pond, ice thick enough to rasp</b></span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: georgia;"><b> through to snatch the drowsy trout, the chilled clasp</b></span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: georgia;"><b>of hands raw in glazed wool gloves. How small,</b></span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: georgia;"><b>how petty our accounting of the world</b></span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: georgia;"><b> in all its flames. We have no means to measure</b></span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: georgia;"><b> the beauties we have lost, burnt, broken--</b></span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: georgia;"><b>our love shies away from our grief, we lie curled</b></span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: georgia;"><b> in shame. How should we learn now what we treasure?</b></span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: georgia;"><b> Wait. Only wait, for the windflower to open.</b></span></p></blockquote></blockquote><p><br /></p><p>So who is this decidedly not petty <a href="https://www.ucsusa.org/about/people/kate-cell" target="_blank">Kate Cell</a>, the poet? "Kate Cell is the Senior Climate Campaign Manager for the Climate & Energy program at the Union of Concerned Scientists. In her role, she manages the UCS Climate Campaign, leading a multi-disciplinary team of scientists, policy analysts, legislative affairs staff, and outreach and communication experts working to achieve policies that can reduce global warming emissions and increase resilience to climate change impacts. ... She holds a BA in English and psychology from Macalester College and studied at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop."</p><p>I don't know about you, but all my hope is in the people, as Adrienne Rich wrote, "<span style="font-family: inherit;">those who, age after age, perversely, with no extraordinary power, reconstitute the world." So my second treat for you on this third Friday of the month, Climate Friday here at mjlu, is a link and an excerpt from The Grist 50, </span>annual list of climate and justice leaders to watch, published by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grist_(magazine)" target="_blank">Grist Magazine</a>. Just look at who they are and what they're doing!!! We are not alone. Here's just one group of folks working hard on solutions in the Business & Technology arena.</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://grist.org/fix/grist-50/2023/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">THE GRIST 50</span></a></p><div class="wp-block-g50-profile js-profile g50-profile" data-avatar-url="" data-last-name="Ellis" data-location="" data-slug="evette-ellis" data-wave="" id="evette-ellis">
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<div class="js-hed g50-profile__hed">She’s building the workforce to support EV infrastructure</div>
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<h3 class="js-name g50-profile__name">Cody Finke</h3>
<div class="js-hed g50-profile__hed">Laying a new foundation for cleaner construction</div>
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<img alt="Cody Finke headshot" class="attachment-full size-full" decoding="async" height="455" loading="lazy" sizes="(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px" src="https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Cody-Finke.png" srcset="https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Cody-Finke.png 800w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Cody-Finke.png?resize=150,150 150w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Cody-Finke.png?resize=300,300 300w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Cody-Finke.png?resize=768,768 768w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Cody-Finke.png?resize=96,96 96w" width="455" />
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<h3 class="js-name g50-profile__name">Aaron Fitzgerald</h3>
<div class="js-hed g50-profile__hed">This founder wants to turn everyday products into permanent carbon sinks</div>
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<img alt="Aaron Fitzgerald headshot" class="attachment-full size-full" decoding="async" height="513" loading="lazy" sizes="(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px" src="https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Aaron-Fitzgerald.png" srcset="https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Aaron-Fitzgerald.png 800w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Aaron-Fitzgerald.png?resize=150,150 150w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Aaron-Fitzgerald.png?resize=300,300 300w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Aaron-Fitzgerald.png?resize=768,768 768w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Aaron-Fitzgerald.png?resize=96,96 96w" width="513" />
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<h3 class="js-name g50-profile__name">Rob Lawson-Shanks</h3>
<div class="js-hed g50-profile__hed">He’s tackling e-waste with circular design — and robots</div>
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<img alt="Rob Lawson-Shanks headshot" class="attachment-full size-full" decoding="async" height="516" loading="lazy" sizes="(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px" src="https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Rob-Lawson-Shanks.png" srcset="https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Rob-Lawson-Shanks.png 800w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Rob-Lawson-Shanks.png?resize=150,150 150w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Rob-Lawson-Shanks.png?resize=300,300 300w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Rob-Lawson-Shanks.png?resize=768,768 768w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Rob-Lawson-Shanks.png?resize=96,96 96w" width="516" />
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<div class="g50-profile__location"><p>Chantilly, VA</p>
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<h3 class="js-name g50-profile__name">Sandeep Nijhawan</h3>
<div class="js-hed g50-profile__hed">This tech entrepreneur’s next challenge: Green steel</div>
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<img alt="Sandeep Nijhawan headshot" class="attachment-full size-full" decoding="async" height="522" loading="lazy" sizes="(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px" src="https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Sandeep-Nijhawan.png" srcset="https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Sandeep-Nijhawan.png 800w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Sandeep-Nijhawan.png?resize=150,150 150w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Sandeep-Nijhawan.png?resize=300,300 300w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Sandeep-Nijhawan.png?resize=768,768 768w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Sandeep-Nijhawan.png?resize=96,96 96w" width="522" />
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<h3 class="js-name g50-profile__name">Sanjana Paul</h3>
<div class="js-hed g50-profile__hed">Her hackathons fuel climate innovation</div>
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<img alt="Sanjana Paul headshot" class="attachment-full size-full" decoding="async" height="531" loading="lazy" sizes="(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px" src="https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Sanjana-Paul.png" srcset="https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Sanjana-Paul.png 800w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Sanjana-Paul.png?resize=150,150 150w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Sanjana-Paul.png?resize=300,300 300w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Sanjana-Paul.png?resize=768,768 768w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Sanjana-Paul.png?resize=96,96 96w" width="531" />
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</div><div class="wp-block-g50-profile js-profile g50-profile" data-avatar-url="" data-last-name="Rodriguez" data-location="" data-slug="joanne-rodriguez" data-wave="" id="joanne-rodriguez">
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<h3 class="js-name g50-profile__name">Joanne Rodriguez</h3>
<div class="js-hed g50-profile__hed">She’s harnessing fungi to tackle construction waste</div>
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<img alt="Joanne Rodriguez headshot" class="attachment-full size-full" decoding="async" height="545" loading="lazy" sizes="(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px" src="https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Joanne-Rodriguez.png" srcset="https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Joanne-Rodriguez.png 800w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Joanne-Rodriguez.png?resize=150,150 150w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Joanne-Rodriguez.png?resize=300,300 300w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Joanne-Rodriguez.png?resize=768,768 768w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Joanne-Rodriguez.png?resize=96,96 96w" width="545" />
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<h3 class="js-name g50-profile__name">Uyen Tran</h3>
<div class="js-hed g50-profile__hed">Countering fast fashion with lessons from nature</div>
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<img alt="Uyen Tran headshot" class="attachment-full size-full" decoding="async" height="573" loading="lazy" sizes="(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px" src="https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Uyen-Tran.png" srcset="https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Uyen-Tran.png 800w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Uyen-Tran.png?resize=150,150 150w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Uyen-Tran.png?resize=300,300 300w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Uyen-Tran.png?resize=768,768 768w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Uyen-Tran.png?resize=96,96 96w" width="573" />
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<h3 class="js-name g50-profile__name">Franziska Trautmann</h3>
<div class="js-hed g50-profile__hed">From a recycling problem, she’s creating a coastal-restoration solution</div>
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<div class="g50-profile__location"><p>New Orleans, LA</p><p><img alt="Franziska Trautmann headshot" class="attachment-full size-full" decoding="async" height="547" loading="lazy" sizes="(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px" src="https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Franziska-Trautmann.png" srcset="https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Franziska-Trautmann.png 800w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Franziska-Trautmann.png?resize=150,150 150w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Franziska-Trautmann.png?resize=300,300 300w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Franziska-Trautmann.png?resize=768,768 768w, https://grist.org/fix/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2023/08/Franziska-Trautmann.png?resize=96,96 96w" width="547" /></p></div></div></div></div><p><br /></p><p>Seriously, friends, go meet all 50 of these "Fixers." <b>You will get inspired. </b>Is "enspaired" a word, like the opposite of "despaired"? That's what I mean.</p><p>I'm pretty sure we will all find enspairation too at the round-up today, served up today in a steaming cup by <a href="http://www.robynhoodblack.com/blog/posts/43900" target="_blank">Robyn Hood Black</a>. See you there!</p><p><br /></p>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-20394642774887451772024-01-05T07:05:00.003-05:002024-01-05T07:10:29.745-05:00the elfchen celebrate<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZndo-gbemdYATDc8jaEvktPoO5ky0ViO17RQaAAjjidVG87WAnwzamHRqGetzEIBPuskbeR0tzs3_hg4-QcGtfASl1IfLM3jdXvF-5XA-YgI3DLUN9YRWkCRtne-1ZTPBWbDqxo1axRvCDO5XP2lKw_W8B4uU8K-H4usw46ecLBfE4IHj5gu-T0yhT0/s200/200wkitty.webp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="200" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZndo-gbemdYATDc8jaEvktPoO5ky0ViO17RQaAAjjidVG87WAnwzamHRqGetzEIBPuskbeR0tzs3_hg4-QcGtfASl1IfLM3jdXvF-5XA-YgI3DLUN9YRWkCRtne-1ZTPBWbDqxo1axRvCDO5XP2lKw_W8B4uU8K-H4usw46ecLBfE4IHj5gu-T0yhT0/s1600/200wkitty.webp" width="200" /></a></div>Happy New Year, poetry friends, and may it be filled with the breath of peace within and without!<p></p><p>It's the first Friday of January and so the Inklings are tackling a challenge set by yours truly. I gave my fellow Inklings, said a person at a craft night who spent her time there ordering gifts on the internet, "the gift of HOMEWORK?!" It was on the order of an Advent calendar, with little doors to open, but instead of chocolates or stickers or Legos or big words (I made that for my kids one year), it had POETRY PROMPTS.</p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGL76ZXXThPhbe3dNoFhjfkLWoqJAY8kF7AI86Xw2mgaGJP0cRcvRk1Lyefdk0o9R9aQcmAKH1PnNHg-rLkzUankwgummQ-wbf4k1pK-May-7xV8JM4ZO-g8E_bo4JUdcNoDEVxerMRto4FP-Eb0JPCQy8Gqz_sxPqizwJ7_shOKIOe028glRLGLXjM5I/s809/candle%20tree.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="809" data-original-width="606" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGL76ZXXThPhbe3dNoFhjfkLWoqJAY8kF7AI86Xw2mgaGJP0cRcvRk1Lyefdk0o9R9aQcmAKH1PnNHg-rLkzUankwgummQ-wbf4k1pK-May-7xV8JM4ZO-g8E_bo4JUdcNoDEVxerMRto4FP-Eb0JPCQy8Gqz_sxPqizwJ7_shOKIOe028glRLGLXjM5I/w187-h267/candle%20tree.jpg" width="187" /></a></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGpfxxFB30319DBXzTR5oEvO9qsoDCvmCH7DVGMx6390StsuYabr7m4BcgE8ZauQrakbbx0CNuYFaMIbZZPsCXztVZOqU69SgzbAA_8-_WlQxbfKncUYfofY8O8MFF5cFDmDSRk3Q1PxftHO4-dILKUOxRiigiUeQ0EorPzn9aCTi0e51ujTphTBSOa4/s1600/IMG_1215.JPG" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGpfxxFB30319DBXzTR5oEvO9qsoDCvmCH7DVGMx6390StsuYabr7m4BcgE8ZauQrakbbx0CNuYFaMIbZZPsCXztVZOqU69SgzbAA_8-_WlQxbfKncUYfofY8O8MFF5cFDmDSRk3Q1PxftHO4-dILKUOxRiigiUeQ0EorPzn9aCTi0e51ujTphTBSOa4/w246-h184/IMG_1215.JPG" width="246" /></a></p>And not just any poetry prompts. Since I am no longer Christian (though I grew up as the PK of a Lutheran minister) but a pagan-flavored <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unitarian_Universalist_Association" target="_blank">UU</a>, at my house we celebrate what you might call a portmanteau winter holiday called Yuletide. There's a special candle tree and, of course, ritual words to say each night as we light one more candle celebrating a gift of the human spirit, starting on the Winter Solstice, December 21 and lasting 12 days until January 1st. Here's a slightly abridged version of the words, which my kids (24 and 21) of course know by heart. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhahK1cxA0Lpf5fhjSXHUFzZcJSxDsr33mDnisFUnBEOwXV1rE5u_reFte2kZ4BCEQFcY7laR644CzyelC4MH_h-Kpp2qv-yOLsdGUTawio4QSKSK-otvWOF5JuIEnJ4tlQ_tySBGeQX77STD-hzABdO4a_rVMQaOiZNr5n_1f-_bxcGVH8riiZr3s-d3s/s1600/IMG_1218.JPG" style="display: inline; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhahK1cxA0Lpf5fhjSXHUFzZcJSxDsr33mDnisFUnBEOwXV1rE5u_reFte2kZ4BCEQFcY7laR644CzyelC4MH_h-Kpp2qv-yOLsdGUTawio4QSKSK-otvWOF5JuIEnJ4tlQ_tySBGeQX77STD-hzABdO4a_rVMQaOiZNr5n_1f-_bxcGVH8riiZr3s-d3s/w352-h263/IMG_1218.JPG" width="352" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEc5iCr1EpTg2JtySXcgRVstcp5jIBp9KmNjMbD_mbC-nrJr5PftGOn87Sd8RZpjJa2My647p6yputfxzMkdDNM9BuwUe9c6i7eeKxIEfecaamt_rFS8HqxPTAxMsuGdGkgr2EUCc18iYbHpUWuQsmQOMXzuCzl4bE__If06L_mzdoaRNBlDM3-pkjjbs/s1246/12DaysYule.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="295" data-original-width="1246" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEc5iCr1EpTg2JtySXcgRVstcp5jIBp9KmNjMbD_mbC-nrJr5PftGOn87Sd8RZpjJa2My647p6yputfxzMkdDNM9BuwUe9c6i7eeKxIEfecaamt_rFS8HqxPTAxMsuGdGkgr2EUCc18iYbHpUWuQsmQOMXzuCzl4bE__If06L_mzdoaRNBlDM3-pkjjbs/w640-h152/12DaysYule.PNG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">For the challenge, I asked everyone to "pick one prompt that appeals and address it however you like!" As the instigator of the challenge and of the whole Diwakwanhanumas enchilada, I felt compelled to answer all 12 prompts, but the darling (and moreish) <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elevenie" target="_blank">Elfchen</a> helped me keep it doable. Here I go, letting my light shine! (There are a couple you saw last week.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhelDsWzMyObRKUSBTuQV-DyHd41sQRC5RXkm8MM3DWyUceIxvle5i487HXa4b9Ni_pQ_GCaG515sHVa3b6RWEtsIu8DsXsat-xW_t87RP4L5gUp5eKRXZhqFexsxr6ao9IEqxvJyYLD5704gXUVbz74ERIVISkoMglAuvzd-Laz0pAfMitY2vef8Muvk8/s668/21.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="668" data-original-width="534" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhelDsWzMyObRKUSBTuQV-DyHd41sQRC5RXkm8MM3DWyUceIxvle5i487HXa4b9Ni_pQ_GCaG515sHVa3b6RWEtsIu8DsXsat-xW_t87RP4L5gUp5eKRXZhqFexsxr6ao9IEqxvJyYLD5704gXUVbz74ERIVISkoMglAuvzd-Laz0pAfMitY2vef8Muvk8/s16000/21.PNG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfDAgoVwe3sdLktaFtLVgAneZGnxmfrtzsSvAN-gCRxEIVReqzE65ey_uxDN23hQw-8Af3mh8DC2q6q-YHcHEuxyOucb9987nxkeALWBoAxmqCzAGQqoEMPI5AhzBRNPyIuZ2tSNShuvN4k4gflpF8Z1GJH6zcGGN_q1uR-y9Z9CreolLDqPXvJJeJf8/s741/24.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="741" data-original-width="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfDAgoVwe3sdLktaFtLVgAneZGnxmfrtzsSvAN-gCRxEIVReqzE65ey_uxDN23hQw-8Af3mh8DC2q6q-YHcHEuxyOucb9987nxkeALWBoAxmqCzAGQqoEMPI5AhzBRNPyIuZ2tSNShuvN4k4gflpF8Z1GJH6zcGGN_q1uR-y9Z9CreolLDqPXvJJeJf8/s16000/24.PNG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ4RG-E8OOcGGLqDne35iD5B-ALpR_UTgrUUV27nP_hdHPjgnehRAJH2PgDkLQR29Qz1NaUkL1BwtLB3-JNWKd4gW_srfoQV0-Lx6va7cBaF1EPvN1turvtsTp5pD7F8Cq0s30sdNLXr4ME81Gzrl3fwDNbOTA0ckzp-xZVGYIdL3Lq3D2-iMERMRkIL0/s556/27.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="516" data-original-width="556" height="594" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ4RG-E8OOcGGLqDne35iD5B-ALpR_UTgrUUV27nP_hdHPjgnehRAJH2PgDkLQR29Qz1NaUkL1BwtLB3-JNWKd4gW_srfoQV0-Lx6va7cBaF1EPvN1turvtsTp5pD7F8Cq0s30sdNLXr4ME81Gzrl3fwDNbOTA0ckzp-xZVGYIdL3Lq3D2-iMERMRkIL0/w640-h594/27.PNG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNRvKrHDMVbuptiDqv_dyhXE-jMHN71CVC8oDbQyS4321JCo2ILQ6FjTEeF7xetWl6VHabFQjM2Y6uosyu8pkrP-x7V-aizKTgnC2CLzZVZU-D_bKvTjSVg4NYSsKDGABVsLWMVHfYYjvWw3i7zDvcaXKyTvjJdaPz2NUUbTAcmTVEV_klUtT8je1x4_I/s725/30.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="725" data-original-width="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNRvKrHDMVbuptiDqv_dyhXE-jMHN71CVC8oDbQyS4321JCo2ILQ6FjTEeF7xetWl6VHabFQjM2Y6uosyu8pkrP-x7V-aizKTgnC2CLzZVZU-D_bKvTjSVg4NYSsKDGABVsLWMVHfYYjvWw3i7zDvcaXKyTvjJdaPz2NUUbTAcmTVEV_klUtT8je1x4_I/s16000/30.PNG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I hope you'll go and see how the other Inklings selected and addressed these prompts--it will be a complete surprise for me, since we haven't met since Yuletide started. Let's thank <a href="https://www.marcieatkins.com/2024/01/04/poetry-friday-roundup-word-of-the-year-2024-and-new-adventures/" target="_blank">Marcie at her eponymous blog</a> for ushering us into the New Year!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="background-color: #73a92b; color: #000033; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.84px;"><span class="VIiyi" lang="es"><span class="JLqJ4b ChMk0b" data-language-for-alternatives="es" data-language-to-translate-into="en" data-phrase-index="0" style="font-size: large;">Catherine @ <a href="https://readingtothecore.com/2021/09/30/the-poetry-friday-roundup-is-here-2/" style="color: #f1c232; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Reading to the Core</a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: #73a92b; clear: both; color: #000033; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.84px;"><div><span style="font-size: large;">Mary Lee Hahn @ <a href="https://ayearofreading.org/2021/09/30/poetry-friday-form-and-function/" style="color: #f1c232; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">A(nother) Year of Reading</a> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Molly Hogan @ <a href="https://nixthecomfortzone.com/2021/09/30/pf-limericks-to-the-rescue/" style="color: white;" target="_blank">Nix the Comfort Zone</a><br />Linda Mitchell @ <a href="https://awordedgewiselindamitchell.blogspot.com/2021/09/poems-to-explain-form-inkling-october.html" style="color: #f1c232; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">A Word Edgewise</a><br />Margaret Simon @ <a href="https://reflectionsontheteche.com/" style="color: #f1c232; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Reflections on the Teche</a></span></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><p><br /></p>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-75677366658829807822023-12-29T08:00:00.009-05:002023-12-29T08:24:36.893-05:00elfchen<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggje3koqe_YIogH2o73mgWYnJsQUkajxu7HAUTgXXYPJKkMnnTCsgR3BArYuhSfe_gGwn68FMljniA9_vPAG_hBAO5R4wrCRzv3JoDhcT2YZwgcwnUHu69o65Q5c3JgKDYHHpHb1oqpwzSvqfDhapvuIGnrMniRmZC7uo03TQIO1J2oJ0qUIu-3hXSdfQ/s1500/elfchen.webp" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1500" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggje3koqe_YIogH2o73mgWYnJsQUkajxu7HAUTgXXYPJKkMnnTCsgR3BArYuhSfe_gGwn68FMljniA9_vPAG_hBAO5R4wrCRzv3JoDhcT2YZwgcwnUHu69o65Q5c3JgKDYHHpHb1oqpwzSvqfDhapvuIGnrMniRmZC7uo03TQIO1J2oJ0qUIu-3hXSdfQ/w357-h238/elfchen.webp" width="357" /></a><span style="font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span>"<i>E</i></span><i>lfchen</i><span>"</span></b></span></p><p>Greeting, poetry players! I'm joining with the Poetry Sisters today in their hijinks with the German poetry form which you *could* call an "elevenie," but why would you when you could call it an "elfchen"?</p>The form (German Elf "eleven" and -chen as a diminutive suffix to indicate diminutive size and endearment) is a short <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poetry" target="_blank">poem</a> with a given pattern.<div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmHysC1tpNkfAGVUUvIurS0t_nH3xTHxaJCzeKFlFRloERVD4w8vjU56lIy_NqlLbP0SNtMqIeXfKCAN4MS5uBGuCqbleWzC-L-rE1GDnNWB_dJclLnqyspcTK1SPcSnZjx23tuyFKWNFV-TihtjK83YUSMFmdsz0TlYQfzjFgCcaYq3tnRLHghTITzWQ/s512/elfchen.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmHysC1tpNkfAGVUUvIurS0t_nH3xTHxaJCzeKFlFRloERVD4w8vjU56lIy_NqlLbP0SNtMqIeXfKCAN4MS5uBGuCqbleWzC-L-rE1GDnNWB_dJclLnqyspcTK1SPcSnZjx23tuyFKWNFV-TihtjK83YUSMFmdsz0TlYQfzjFgCcaYq3tnRLHghTITzWQ/w417-h155/elfchen.png" /></a></div>I am immediately charmed and challenged by this form, because "What do you mean?" but also because in German "elf" means eleven, yes, but when capitalized (Elf), also elf! So to me there is no choice but to write them playfully mischievously.<br /><br /><br /></div><div>I hope I succeed a few times here...I'm going with semistandard punctuation, and I think the first word serves as title in these. The first one's from an extended verse narrative I'm working on.<br /><p> </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 500; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">coffee</span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 500; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">steams darkly</span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; 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margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 500; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">lobe</span></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 500; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">hangin' out,</span></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 500; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">a blank slate</span></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 500; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">just waiting for adornment:</span></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 500; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">purpose!</span></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; white-space-collapse: preserve;">match</span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 500; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">lies lightly–</span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 500; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">feisty little hothead</span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">craving our casual strike–</span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; white-space-collapse: preserve;">ignites</span></p></blockquote></blockquote><p><br /></p>Thanks to the Poetry Sisters for letting us all play along! Watch their Elfchens cavort at the locations below, and I'm wishing our host, Michelle at <a href="https://moreart4all.wordpress.com/posts/">MoreArt4All</a>, and all of YOU a playful and mischievous end to 2023, in the knowledge that a little joy can keep us going even when the world's pretty dark.</div><div><br /></div><div>Liz @ <a href="https://lizgartonscanlon.com/poetry-project-december-2023/">Liz Garton Scanlon</a><br />Tricia @ <a href="https://missrumphiuseffect.blogspot.com/2023/12/poetry-sisters-write-elfchen.html">The Miss Rumphius Effect</a><br />Tanita @ <a href="http://tanitasdavis.com/wp/?p=13309">{fiction, instead of lies}</a><br />Laura @ <a href="https://laurasalas.com/poems-for-teachers/december-an-elfchen/%20%E2%80%8E">Laura Purdie Salas</a><br />Sara @ <a href="https://saralewisholmes.blogspot.com/">Read Write Believe</a><br />Kelly @ Kelly Ramsdell<p><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-b9ee1d95-7fff-2c0c-ea3a-3812cf3e34d4"></span></p></div></div>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-91555267967005795512023-12-15T07:14:00.002-05:002023-12-17T06:14:23.545-05:00COPout28 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioIMx4Sbi5-SYkwbUiWdbByf0m6zJMw-WA86H3MPF7YGvKBdiQz1_BGB-ZiV0YG-q_YttPYVwTFwoyjG3ygR41OM2YjfYs3nRXwfXVI9b7rokuyLzpwZFJe1wm9p2tOmvIe7IGKC93rk6-03p2zGB2Lc_wWfg18GXC3LTW8vG2TMrv7Gt2lrvv4TUfPzk/s239/cop28.PNG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="127" data-original-width="239" height="127" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioIMx4Sbi5-SYkwbUiWdbByf0m6zJMw-WA86H3MPF7YGvKBdiQz1_BGB-ZiV0YG-q_YttPYVwTFwoyjG3ygR41OM2YjfYs3nRXwfXVI9b7rokuyLzpwZFJe1wm9p2tOmvIe7IGKC93rk6-03p2zGB2Lc_wWfg18GXC3LTW8vG2TMrv7Gt2lrvv4TUfPzk/s1600/cop28.PNG" width="239" /></a></div>Howdy, Poetry Friends!<p></p><p>Busy time here, just as by you, I'm sure--so I just have time to offer a couple of links so you can, if you choose, get a perspective on what went down at the largest climate negotiation ever, COP28.</p><p><br /></p><p>I trust scientist & communicator Katharine Hayhoe to tell it like it is, with enduring positivity:</p><p><a href="https://www.talkingclimate.ca/p/science-vs-greed-at-cop28">https://www.talkingclimate.ca/p/science-vs-greed-at-cop28</a></p><p>I trust Grist to keep its journalistic focus:</p><p><a href="https://grist.org/">https://grist.org/</a></p><p>I trust Earth Justice, because the Earth needs a good lawyer:</p><p><a href="https://earthjustice.org/">https://earthjustice.org/</a></p><p><br /></p><p>And now, a poem, not by me but admired by me:</p><div class="d-flex poem__title mb-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #343434; display: flex; flex-direction: row; justify-content: space-between; margin-bottom: 0.3rem;"><h1 style="box-sizing: border-box; flex: 0 0 80%; font-style: italic; font-weight: 500; line-height: 3rem; margin-bottom: 0.6rem; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="field field--title" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Playing with Bees |</span></span><a data-byline-author-name="" href="https://poets.org/poet/rk-fauth" rel="bookmark" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007ab3; display: inline !important; text-decoration-line: none;"><span class="field field--title" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">RK Fauth</span></span></a></span></h1></div><div style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #343434; font-size: 16px;"><div class="field field--field_author" itemprop="author" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div class="field__content" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div about="/poet/rk-fauth" data-byline-author="" role="article" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: var(--black); display: flex; font-size: 1.25rem; line-height: 1.4;"><div data-byline-author-info="" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: flex; margin-left: 15px;"></div></div></div></div><div class="field field--body" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.1rem; line-height: 1.5; padding-top: 1.25rem;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="long line" style="box-sizing: border-box;">So the world turned</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">its one good eye</span></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">to watch the bees</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">take most of metaphor</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;"> with them.</span></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;"> Swarms—</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;"> in all their airborne</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;"> pointillism—</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;"> shifted on the breeze</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">for the last time. Of course,</span></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">the absence of bees</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;"> left behind significant holes</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">in ecology. Less</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;"> obvious</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;"> were the indelible holes</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">in poems, which would come</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;"> later:</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">Our vast psychic habitat</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">shrunk. Nothing was</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"> like nectar</em></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;"> <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">for the gods</em></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">Nobody was warned by</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">a deep black dahlia, and nobody</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">grew like a weed.</em></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">Nobody felt spry as</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;"> a daisy, or blue</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;"> and princely</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">as a hyacinth; was lucid as</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;"> a moon flower. Nobody came home</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;"> and yelled <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">honey! </em>up the stairs,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">And nothing in particular</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">by any other name would smell as sweet as—</span></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">Consider:</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">the verbal dearth</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">that is always a main ripple of extinction.</span></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">The lexicon of wilds goes on nixing its descriptions.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">Slimming its index of references</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">for what is</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">super as a rhubarb, and juicy</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">as a peach,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">or sunken as a</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">comb and ancient as an alder tree, or</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">conifer, or beech, what is royal</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">as jelly, dark as a wintering</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">hive, toxic as the jessamine vine</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">who weeps the way a willow does,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">silently as wax</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">burned in the land of milk and</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">all the strong words in poems,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">they were once</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">smeared on the mandible of a bee.</span></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "poets electra", Georgia, "times new roman", serif; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Keep bees on your mind even in this dead of winter, and thanks to Janice for hosting<br />us today at <a href="https://janicescully.com/poetry-friday-is-here-christmas-haiku-and-slippers/" target="_blank">Salt City Verse</a>!</span></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "poets electra", Georgia, "times new roman", serif; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="long-line" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;"><br /></span></p></div></div>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-57119023824920544502023-11-30T21:07:00.016-05:002023-12-02T12:08:05.731-05:00lucky us: lục bát<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQ4ci0AzXn_HXYdXaxqbg_7qE1MiJXz3fcQRrnmJ7sRIgJq1Qikzd7YJYgrAvK7b_sTqPrx5A99mXKVyD3XcrXu5G-zG9_b_Kcj8DcSmVNPXBWJDu6MZomrNUHyI8OdpAdKFDngnYcS0hrNNg6SnG0tmFf_xdw3a8lx2tqSo6vlWWx1FTuhExRl9-50I/s746/7ate9.PNG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="746" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQ4ci0AzXn_HXYdXaxqbg_7qE1MiJXz3fcQRrnmJ7sRIgJq1Qikzd7YJYgrAvK7b_sTqPrx5A99mXKVyD3XcrXu5G-zG9_b_Kcj8DcSmVNPXBWJDu6MZomrNUHyI8OdpAdKFDngnYcS0hrNNg6SnG0tmFf_xdw3a8lx2tqSo6vlWWx1FTuhExRl9-50I/s320/7ate9.PNG" width="320" /></a></div>Greetings on this first (not sixth, not eighth) of December! I have sixes and eights on my mind because the Inklings are challenged (again so soon?) by dear Molly to try a Vietnamese poetry form called the lục bát. Her charge went like this:<br /><blockquote><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Last month there was an Ethical ELA challenge to write a lục bát poem. I was really intrigued by the interwoven rhyme scheme. ... Here’s a link to more information about this form: <a href="https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/luc-bat-poems-poetic-form#:~:text=The%20luc%20bat%20is%20a,sixth%20syllable%20of%20both%20lines.">luc bats</a> Or maybe you’ll get inspired by something in this fascinating blog post about Vietnamese language and poetry: <a href="https://outonlimb.wordpress.com/2009/10/15/making-sense-of-vietnamese-poetic-forms/">https://outonlimb.wordpress.com/2009/10/15/making-sense-of-vietnamese-poetic-forms/</a></span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-family: helvetica;">And if that’s not working for you, feel free to do whatever the hell you want :) </span></blockquote><br />I do appreciate Molly's plainspokenness and flexibility, but I went for the lục bát--which means, in Sino-Vietnamese, "six eight". It has a looping, syllable-counted rhyme scheme that looks like this:<br /><br />xxxxxA<br />xxxxxAxB<br />xxxxxB<br />xxxxxBxC<br />xxxxxC<br />xxxxxCxD<br />xxxxxD<br />xxxxxDxC<br /><br />From Wikipedia I also learned that Vietnamese, being a tonal language, bestows a pattern of flat (bằng) and sharp (trắc) tones to the lines of a Lục bát that sounds like this, if you know how to do it.<br /><br /><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p>Bằng bằng trắc trắc bằng bằng </p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p>Bằng bằng trắc trắc bằng bằng trắc bằng.</p></blockquote><p><br /> That's pretty cool, right? <br />So first I just goofed around with the six-eight idea and wrote certainly the most foolish lục bát ever:</p><p><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Maitree,serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 500; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"></span></p><blockquote><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b>six shakes, cuz seven ate</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b>nine; swelled up; celebrates their new</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b>round belly, how they grew</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b>from two scrappy sticks who spent all</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b>their lives between the balls</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b>of six and eight, now calls their name</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b>“sweet sixteen,” got some game,</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b>lords ten over the same fat six</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b>which crowded seven’s sticks</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b>forever. now lil six just quakes.</b></span></p></blockquote><p> <span style="font-family: Maitree, serif; font-size: 10.6667px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">draft ©HM 2023</span> </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Maitree,serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 500; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Maitree,serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 500; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 500; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But this morning I decided to get serious and it r</span></span>eally helped to know that the lục bát has "iambic tendency." I know someone who died last week 1 month shy of 100, and now Henry Kissinger as well.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXLRhLhUuka6pXCpAVsZBN2uLpytBlhmVQhAFRm-bdOXczfHf9qnjWgT3G5ei36ERuezKMaAIhHlXZkadFOjs5RXd85UArY4yblHzx0sxWcsPegEzbSEw5N-S2QnkLlQ-BD0dp74KyvFnhBPU6pr7sMujiW0zsfLZDNhVPhimtRI15_vQkco_jK8MkzGY/s521/lucbat.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="481" data-original-width="521" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXLRhLhUuka6pXCpAVsZBN2uLpytBlhmVQhAFRm-bdOXczfHf9qnjWgT3G5ei36ERuezKMaAIhHlXZkadFOjs5RXd85UArY4yblHzx0sxWcsPegEzbSEw5N-S2QnkLlQ-BD0dp74KyvFnhBPU6pr7sMujiW0zsfLZDNhVPhimtRI15_vQkco_jK8MkzGY/s320/lucbat.PNG" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I have a strong feeling that the last word should match one of the previous ones, like A or D, so there it is. Are you hoping to live to 100?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pop in to all the other Inklings to see what they've done with the sixes and the eights, and if you've had enough of that you might enjoy this <a href="https://open.spotify.com/track/4DAaQ5InUO23d8yNRbB0Yj?si=13b24a20ffba4a47" target="_blank">6's to 9's song.</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><p></p><div><span class="VIiyi" lang="es"><span class="JLqJ4b ChMk0b" data-language-for-alternatives="es" data-language-to-translate-into="en" data-phrase-index="0" style="font-size: large;">Catherine @ <a href="https://readingtothecore.com/2021/09/30/the-poetry-friday-roundup-is-here-2/" target="_blank">Reading to the Core</a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span>Mary Lee Hahn @ <a href="https://ayearofreading.org/2021/09/30/poetry-friday-form-and-function/" target="_blank">A(nother) Year of Reading</a></span><span> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span>Molly Hogan @ <a href="https://nixthecomfortzone.com/2021/09/30/pf-limericks-to-the-rescue/" target="_blank">Nix the Comfort Zone</a><br /></span><span>Linda Mitchell @</span><span> </span><a href="https://awordedgewiselindamitchell.blogspot.com/2021/09/poems-to-explain-form-inkling-october.html" target="_blank">A Word Edgewise</a><br /><span>Margaret Simon @</span><span> </span><a href="https://reflectionsontheteche.com/" target="_blank">Reflections on the Teche</a></span></div><div><br /></div></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Two other notes: the November issue of <a href="https://www.whispershoutwritingworkshop.net/magazine/heading-b2pxd-3x23t-yzk5l-y49ex-la4nd-ndtm9-yj6rw" target="_blank">WHISPERshout Poetry Magazine</a> features <span style="color: #f3f3f3;">moon poems</span> you won't want to miss (2nd and 3rd grade poets keep knocking my socks off).</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUJ_VzUr4jvXU8C_dpZ6qTFofC2gRko7gNSs7iXmUQw0rUAkuZ5iRBl2modjqhy6EydqtU1UYE9Q8YpBANQP9ez-5QIsB7nxHzJYvNwq2cvysqbhlHQhJyjqV0GmTH8Nwyw4VJ1S3ycEZkNSwMvksSa6VwPSVUyxElIpw0fH3GLNB_5RZNHcyGdt1V2fw/s1640/Untitled%20(Instagram%20Post%20(Square))%20(Facebook%20Post%20(Landscape))%20(Facebook%20Cover).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="924" data-original-width="1640" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUJ_VzUr4jvXU8C_dpZ6qTFofC2gRko7gNSs7iXmUQw0rUAkuZ5iRBl2modjqhy6EydqtU1UYE9Q8YpBANQP9ez-5QIsB7nxHzJYvNwq2cvysqbhlHQhJyjqV0GmTH8Nwyw4VJ1S3ycEZkNSwMvksSa6VwPSVUyxElIpw0fH3GLNB_5RZNHcyGdt1V2fw/s320/Untitled%20(Instagram%20Post%20(Square))%20(Facebook%20Post%20(Landscape))%20(Facebook%20Cover).png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>And, yesterday kicked off the UN Conference of Parties on Climate, or <span style="color: #cc0000;">COP28.</span></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://news.un.org/en/story/2023/11/1144042" target="_blank">Here's an explainer about this year's COP from the UN</a> and from <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2023/nov/29/what-is-cop28-and-why-does-it-matter" target="_blank">The Guardian</a>, and why it matters. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">(Yep, it matters for exactly the reasons you think it does.)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://grist.org/cop28/four-issues-to-watch-at-cop28/" target="_blank">Here are Grist's "4 Issues to Watch."</a></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And here's <a href="https://www.wedonthavetime.org/events/cop28-day1" target="_blank">We Don't Have Time,</a> a world citizen organization which streams live from COP28 and gives a good overview and update from each day's sessions with options to dig deeper if you have time. Because we DON'T have time.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p>Finally, I'm thanking Anastasia Suen at <a href="https://anastasiasuen.com/first-snow/">Small Poems</a> for hosting us, and for the little book <a href="https://anastasiasuen.com/toddler-two/">TODDLER TWO</a> that I read and read with my toddler back when Anastasia was just getting going with her publishing career! Happy publication anniversary, Anastasia!<p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"></span></p>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-11526594128216983812023-11-23T18:57:00.001-05:002023-11-23T18:57:33.190-05:00#ncte23 & a record set<p>Greetings, poetry friends, and happy <b>Thankstaking</b>. Yes, you read that right. Carole Lindstrom (author of many books telling the stories of Native peoples here in the U.S. of A.) laughed when she said it during a session I attended at NCTE this past weekend, but she meant it--in her family they call it "Thankstaking" as a way of remembering what the First Thanksgiving eventually led to for the indigenous people of North America. I also find it wryly useful, and I give thanks for all the Native creators who are bringing their light to children's literature. </p><p>Traci Sorell is one of them, and her talk at the Children's Literature Assembly Breakfast was mightily enlightening, and I'm donating to the <a href="https://www.highlightsfoundation.org/2023/11/21/traci-sorell-celebrating-and-supporting-native-creatives-on-giving-tuesday/?utm_source=Highlights+Foundation+Database+-+All&utm_campaign=3007d5afd0-big-traci-sorell-native-creatives-gt-112123&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_-3007d5afd0-%5BLIST_EMAIL_ID%5D" target="_blank">Highlights Foundation Native Creatives Scholarship Fund</a> that she's spearheading. </p><p>I enjoyed my conference, most especially being with many of the Poetry Friday friends we all know and love, and yet there's never enough time to go deep, to write together, to follow up on the ideas and the practices we encounter--so there's always some regret about what didn't happen!</p><p>Still, there was plenty to enjoy and celebrate with Mary Lee, Margaret Simon, Laura Shovan, Laura Purdie Salas, Amy LV, Mary Cronin, (and if I've missed out any other PF regulars I'm sorry and will come back and edit). Poetry people are the best!</p><p>And yet.<br />And yet.</p><p>Last night I opened an email from <a href="https://www.theatlantic.com/science/archive/2023/11/climate-change-2023-global-temperature-records/676065/?utm_campaign=weekly-planet&utm_source=newsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_content=20231122&utm_term=The+Weekly+Planet" target="_blank">The Atlantic's Weekly Planet</a> and learned that at the same time many of us were blithely enjoying a session highlighting Georgia Heard, winner of the NCTE Excellence in Poetry Award, and her new book with Rebecca Kai Dotlich (member of the NCTE Excellence in Poetry Committee), we humans set a record that has me shook.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBuUBAeR9jJFyvw6qXVjsWe4V49ieXW5nozf5nHf0-X8ALVaWQdei4Jm1935aeBNj2kIohjjv-w2ALsJm9dIO3qYQnX7IA2RbXgtrOgoDXah2RwEwsYs1zGBZnEX0ClcPnWEr9YT_P3alUL8ZlYO-ukEBTsHkMOkxRo5_vcnbLD3e-85fcSEg2IqxXuxc/s712/1.+2.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="712" data-original-width="441" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBuUBAeR9jJFyvw6qXVjsWe4V49ieXW5nozf5nHf0-X8ALVaWQdei4Jm1935aeBNj2kIohjjv-w2ALsJm9dIO3qYQnX7IA2RbXgtrOgoDXah2RwEwsYs1zGBZnEX0ClcPnWEr9YT_P3alUL8ZlYO-ukEBTsHkMOkxRo5_vcnbLD3e-85fcSEg2IqxXuxc/w397-h640/1.+2.PNG" width="397" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The irony is that I'm not sure I can do anything more powerful than write a poem in response. Today, anyway. Maybe tomorrow I can do something more green future, less Black Friday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm grateful for Ruth, who is hosting us today at <a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2023/11/poetry-friday-roundup-is-here-and.html" target="_blank">There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town</a>. See you there, fellow humans.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-76466778993608147282023-11-10T08:37:00.003-05:002023-11-10T08:37:51.369-05:00moon-mad<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia6agfZm8erJ2xNPqV8qUpjqnX0gf6wx0nywdivfV-WkXYzldFgP79P7BQq-cwtkJ_aQNhhjSGL9mpi6Mzkh-KnTxPe-g8PAyqjMDpfQx-DgRAIgJ9yT5gU848YGDTJzZoLERt3WU4S4u_eKze2XiUE_jBCBbGfIfmUJx-AT1iIaDjUmaAYb45NwVcbPo/s599/DarkLightsq.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="595" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia6agfZm8erJ2xNPqV8qUpjqnX0gf6wx0nywdivfV-WkXYzldFgP79P7BQq-cwtkJ_aQNhhjSGL9mpi6Mzkh-KnTxPe-g8PAyqjMDpfQx-DgRAIgJ9yT5gU848YGDTJzZoLERt3WU4S4u_eKze2XiUE_jBCBbGfIfmUJx-AT1iIaDjUmaAYb45NwVcbPo/w233-h234/DarkLightsq.PNG" width="233" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Greetings, PF Friends--a quick one today, just to highlight a poem I used in my new WHISPERshout Workshop this week. We were reading and writing moon poems, and while I haven't gotten my hands on Irene's <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Museum-Moon-Curious-Objects-Surface/dp/1638192030" target="_blank">THE MUSEUM ON THE MOON</a> yet...<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2YflEoLgbyqqnIhsPI8piajQeGVw8x5Bp5U4jnaWC73KzkLApOhyuzyzXZD7NySm06K4subA5_Spz2V4RUV0G2Xe1N3hWHpEGevXxjoRQMqsdd3ngsnFqTakiNA1iNRwS0Hzej1uuLka1X7zYMff1Sw0MecEOVOuX-4MhPsxzKAVbVPvmOIFrP473SY/s949/moostruck.webp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="949" data-original-width="611" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2YflEoLgbyqqnIhsPI8piajQeGVw8x5Bp5U4jnaWC73KzkLApOhyuzyzXZD7NySm06K4subA5_Spz2V4RUV0G2Xe1N3hWHpEGevXxjoRQMqsdd3ngsnFqTakiNA1iNRwS0Hzej1uuLka1X7zYMff1Sw0MecEOVOuX-4MhPsxzKAVbVPvmOIFrP473SY/w153-h238/moostruck.webp" width="153" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I do have this anthology collected by Roger Stevens and published by the British press Otter-Barry. In it I found a really great poem for helping kids to notice a range of poetry techniques.</div></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><br /><p></p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIc1TOlN2DJH8Wur3nP6oqspSFQJ0n8IqawULd8Oe7EgvYWB8HGYwAVe0uBX-uzZij-sYjyizZZ_8BTBh3e-rMRwVGMm-MsuRIyTcwQ0cx0FMwKPtPl56Be6NOToIH5BY45HX-9D-jvjn2XGpqfAHlepg7M3Q_pWSx6Ca-LshJ0rzQrW7I3n3khi0-zAA/s4032/IMG_7708.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIc1TOlN2DJH8Wur3nP6oqspSFQJ0n8IqawULd8Oe7EgvYWB8HGYwAVe0uBX-uzZij-sYjyizZZ_8BTBh3e-rMRwVGMm-MsuRIyTcwQ0cx0FMwKPtPl56Be6NOToIH5BY45HX-9D-jvjn2XGpqfAHlepg7M3Q_pWSx6Ca-LshJ0rzQrW7I3n3khi0-zAA/w300-h400/IMG_7708.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grace_Nichols" target="_blank">Grace Nichols</a>, a Guyanese-born poet, is an unsung hero here States-side, but is quite famous in England. Listen for the Caribbean rhythms here.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Look at the moon!</b></p><p><b>A crescent sky-ship sailing</b></p><p><b>out of a cloudy cocoon</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b>Look at the moon!</b></p><p><b>A cauldron of amber</b></p><p><b>spelling, rain-come-soon</b></p><p><br /></p><p> Each group had fun marking up the poem (which I admit I abridged to make it fit on the chart paper!). And what do you think about that comma? Is it a typo?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjri1-GaIlbwaUWQlQMUVh2-zr1pCEjv3yy8T8aBz5-HgPotAKHvNySTse7GdizvYFux3nFEIVj_lBAbbbeFg69F2gUSxLUiBAwscxS3TVX1W3oT39xmy-R7JS5iZOjWP8UcZ38pgAbMMBFNNPs5XBYfQ6zzHOKWhzsVYpEFtJJx0jeC-XGwx8ZGFLbHqw/s776/1Capture.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="516" data-original-width="776" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjri1-GaIlbwaUWQlQMUVh2-zr1pCEjv3yy8T8aBz5-HgPotAKHvNySTse7GdizvYFux3nFEIVj_lBAbbbeFg69F2gUSxLUiBAwscxS3TVX1W3oT39xmy-R7JS5iZOjWP8UcZ38pgAbMMBFNNPs5XBYfQ6zzHOKWhzsVYpEFtJJx0jeC-XGwx8ZGFLbHqw/w640-h426/1Capture.PNG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">We're making pinhole art (mine below) and writing about it, and there will certainly be an issue of WHISPERshout Poetry Magazine dedicated to it! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-L8MM08InFmcYF7qkiygjsQlHe1l8-1P0LyMPzpz9gEc-isT62weDqJLa_RnNRfR6rR_uRdmLHHFoOuqBw6BMQcqbSdagrii9ZKfS-Uiee7jkhs8YMMUymg9JDBRIp5FITNKSk5OcpqieXUYUDBZdwJhE6xN1z-T8ALJRZ4YnuS2e2kcjFCepQmPiNnQ/s1291/moonrise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="857" data-original-width="1291" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-L8MM08InFmcYF7qkiygjsQlHe1l8-1P0LyMPzpz9gEc-isT62weDqJLa_RnNRfR6rR_uRdmLHHFoOuqBw6BMQcqbSdagrii9ZKfS-Uiee7jkhs8YMMUymg9JDBRIp5FITNKSk5OcpqieXUYUDBZdwJhE6xN1z-T8ALJRZ4YnuS2e2kcjFCepQmPiNnQ/w400-h265/moonrise.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"></span><a href="https://www.whispershoutwritingworkshop.net/magazine/heading-b2pxd-3x23t-yzk5l-y49ex-la4nd-ndtm9" style="text-align: left;" target="_blank">Go here to read the most recent, October issue</a><span style="text-align: left;"> of the magazine if you haven't yet, and don't forget to tell the young poets you may know that their poems are welcome and </span><a href="https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdk414gjUGE-OckZ1GeDVKI8V3sUK-iPlrTzXSM9yUgv0zshA/viewform" style="text-align: left;" target="_blank">can be submitted using this form.</a></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh856_8NRE95hu6Emld-FxgxRmeNr9oqpAXKhbfsBAeQYEFR-DAbYzcDAWatk8iFT9YMbZAsPM8a1WcqbP8GXRuyh-vILY9ZCpbhKrijzxc-TcEaA67Z5PU2O6k2pW3R8ZgnezrDd_hq7dlgKGsJQp5k0wQYJLIQccuXIrDxo3OXa4IlRl_n7UkUU_xEAA/s1640/Untitled%20(Instagram%20Post%20(Square))%20(Facebook%20Post%20(Landscape))%20(Facebook%20Cover)%20(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="924" data-original-width="1640" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh856_8NRE95hu6Emld-FxgxRmeNr9oqpAXKhbfsBAeQYEFR-DAbYzcDAWatk8iFT9YMbZAsPM8a1WcqbP8GXRuyh-vILY9ZCpbhKrijzxc-TcEaA67Z5PU2O6k2pW3R8ZgnezrDd_hq7dlgKGsJQp5k0wQYJLIQccuXIrDxo3OXa4IlRl_n7UkUU_xEAA/s320/Untitled%20(Instagram%20Post%20(Square))%20(Facebook%20Post%20(Landscape))%20(Facebook%20Cover)%20(1).png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Thanks to <a href="https://karenedmisten.blogspot.com/2023/11/poetry-friday-im-hosting-no.html" target="_blank">Karen for hosting us at her shockingly clever blog</a>, and I'll see you next week from NCTE--WHEEEE!</p></div></div>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-16300169789178908702023-11-02T21:06:00.003-04:002023-11-03T07:20:23.074-04:00hallowed be a rest<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9M9XljmnfjLYZRqn1EWtgyAG4_NqLmQIJUN2DYIO8LoyY2X6mcPt1lJix4LKXQ5oNgMgEyOKXvXNvxyt8TtPbAClVt1D08aJCtGt_kAonZwF_NdwjYy-4bZ3KrWQ4LQyaymu7sJmjua5Xmv4luzDS8gvsXO4TbCyfLNJ-qy8MYbtjnN3wyi81Eow95T0/s568/1Peace.PNG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="566" data-original-width="568" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9M9XljmnfjLYZRqn1EWtgyAG4_NqLmQIJUN2DYIO8LoyY2X6mcPt1lJix4LKXQ5oNgMgEyOKXvXNvxyt8TtPbAClVt1D08aJCtGt_kAonZwF_NdwjYy-4bZ3KrWQ4LQyaymu7sJmjua5Xmv4luzDS8gvsXO4TbCyfLNJ-qy8MYbtjnN3wyi81Eow95T0/w182-h182/1Peace.PNG" width="182" /></a></div>Greetings, all, and happy November! The hiatus is over, at least for now. I'm back in time meet the challenge set by our very flexible friend Linda Mitchell, who charged us thus:<p></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"></span></p><blockquote style="text-align: left;"><blockquote><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Write a prose piece–find a poem in it.<br />Or, write a poem, expand it into a prose piece.<br />Or, find a prose piece, transform it into a poem<br />Or, find a poem and transpose it into a prose piece.<br />Any interpretation of this prompt is perfect.<br />Going rogue is acceptable too. </span><br /><br /></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>I seem to have colored perfectly outside the lines: I made a poetry-kind-of-object, and then transformed it into a prose piece.</blockquote><p> </p><blockquote><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent;"></span></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWBE4oRqk3GSv8Q_s99AcQDkEUTtSrf4OIOeS_FuUKSu-xZyIDBz0813QDErfsrTiVc4ZHY9miCbzStGLygTA8kAc8s8D0dYzHU7JPlGmA3dPV7okW0HwflgMEKhHA26F7Ol7y173AEciDjdGrGKOMCahKq8hHUd3TvyH4j7d6BI01a1vGnMU0UqmG6k/s850/Hole%20Peace.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="677" data-original-width="850" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWBE4oRqk3GSv8Q_s99AcQDkEUTtSrf4OIOeS_FuUKSu-xZyIDBz0813QDErfsrTiVc4ZHY9miCbzStGLygTA8kAc8s8D0dYzHU7JPlGmA3dPV7okW0HwflgMEKhHA26F7Ol7y173AEciDjdGrGKOMCahKq8hHUd3TvyH4j7d6BI01a1vGnMU0UqmG6k/w640-h510/Hole%20Peace.PNG" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I decided also to make a version for younger readers:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB5ytdeg0BLHJonE67DSwImyIULpw9SAcSz5VmroYN_wy_hJiNlKVAqhR_6S3CRmTKuY0A7lqQZXSAtZG8YQwlxPqupvw3G43nan5Is4sUtne3LZG_ObzmLtHJN7THxLZyIYlu8fihJ4Lua0BIcV_3vkzqh8GCTLQzlIduxO0VDDhVpgY0Krh0Jy0tCU8/s870/Hole%20Peace%202.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="870" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB5ytdeg0BLHJonE67DSwImyIULpw9SAcSz5VmroYN_wy_hJiNlKVAqhR_6S3CRmTKuY0A7lqQZXSAtZG8YQwlxPqupvw3G43nan5Is4sUtne3LZG_ObzmLtHJN7THxLZyIYlu8fihJ4Lua0BIcV_3vkzqh8GCTLQzlIduxO0VDDhVpgY0Krh0Jy0tCU8/w640-h470/Hole%20Peace%202.PNG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>I wonder if you prefer one version over the other, and why. <div><br /></div><div>Thanks to <a href="https://buffysilverman.com/the-flakes-begin-to-fall/" target="_blank">Buffy Silverman at her blog</a> for hosting us today along with the first flakes of snow where she is--wow! Here's where you can see the rest of our critique group's responses to the challenge:</div><div><br /></div><div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;">Catherine @ <a href="https://readingtothecore.com/" target="_blank">Reading to the Core</a></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mary Lee Hahn @ <a href="https://ayearofreading.org/" target="_blank">A(nother) Year of Reading</a><br />Molly Hogan @ <a href="https://nixthecomfortzone.com/" target="_blank">Nix the Comfort Zone</a><br />Linda Mitchell @ <a href="https://awordedgewiselindamitchell.blogspot.com/2021/09/poems-to-explain-form-inkling-october.html" target="_blank">A Word Edgewise</a><br />Margaret Simon @ <a href="https://reflectionsontheteche.com/" target="_blank">Reflections on the Teche</a></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p>And thank <i>you</i> for being willing to welcome folks back when they have been away a while. If you feel like being EXTRA supportive, go like my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61550463705003&notif_id=1698802192560054&notif_t=page_user_activity&ref=notif" target="_blank">WHISPERshout Page on Facebook</a>, and maybe join me on <a href="https://bsky.app/profile/heidimordhorst.bsky.social" target="_blank">Bluesky</a>, now that I have officially defected from Twittx. May poetry prevail!</p><p><br /></p></div>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-30664064700011022832023-09-24T09:40:00.010-04:002023-10-13T06:40:26.801-04:00mjlu still on hiatus...and grateful<span style="font-family: inherit;">⏭ REDIRECT...⏭</span><p>Greetings, Poetry Friday friends. I just wanted to post a word of thanks to <a href="https://readingtothecore.com/2023/10/12/poetry-friday-the-roundup-is-here-4/">Catherine Flynn, who agreed to take over my hosting duties today</a> while I manage the overload that crept up upon me this month. I'll have to celebrate my 15th bloggiversary at another time. In the meantime, I am very, very grateful for my friends in this community, for the opportunities that I'm having, and for all those who are Doing the Work in an often sad and angry world. May poetry prevail!</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> *****************</span><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>My house is currently overflowing with guests, some of them quite small and needy. I'll be back when I've attended to everyone sufficiently. Until then, go well, my friends, and may poetry prevail!</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsAy08oGQlYdR75yG2GkzBGNe1SUEqrscCcL8A0psF66LClyY11wdEVYukCzP4tFHOGJ6ovfAd7D9wo3HgfMqir073xgmUBiUzbBWuaogomdXYCtp7uK-IbZaiRPMsRoNg_pAiaqJ4jfBE-0UuteM-LlwV0t1WvCi58duUWExIGFw4pcrfuGAtZfIh1TI/s1829/guest%20house.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1829" data-original-width="1242" height="765" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsAy08oGQlYdR75yG2GkzBGNe1SUEqrscCcL8A0psF66LClyY11wdEVYukCzP4tFHOGJ6ovfAd7D9wo3HgfMqir073xgmUBiUzbBWuaogomdXYCtp7uK-IbZaiRPMsRoNg_pAiaqJ4jfBE-0UuteM-LlwV0t1WvCi58duUWExIGFw4pcrfuGAtZfIh1TI/w520-h765/guest%20house.jpg" width="520" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-52592287277409414272023-09-15T08:03:00.005-04:002023-09-15T08:10:50.861-04:00climate friday at mjlu: kids vs eu, us v fossel fuels, Thomas Edison<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiMnNSxWX3AfBjFgmU2gGfKTucq0q2fkPSLW3RkCjmuK_TV73-vXRhxhhxR5AdQ7kSFNnfXogdEHBkt5cDfIUaPmGbwZP2aAnRxDHsSQYkzTEgzBHOdiwYOQbmIxElYKXkrBQ3bMs42nRRW-Uwog0Z8RqDEnL269FspdF0S61deB64WzqNx3ULfSRZvl0/s533/1kids.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="533" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiMnNSxWX3AfBjFgmU2gGfKTucq0q2fkPSLW3RkCjmuK_TV73-vXRhxhhxR5AdQ7kSFNnfXogdEHBkt5cDfIUaPmGbwZP2aAnRxDHsSQYkzTEgzBHOdiwYOQbmIxElYKXkrBQ3bMs42nRRW-Uwog0Z8RqDEnL269FspdF0S61deB64WzqNx3ULfSRZvl0/w640-h360/1kids.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">insert your beloved kids' faces here</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Greetings, fellow citizens of Earth! It's Climate Friday here at the blog. <a href="https://myjuicylittleuniverse.blogspot.com/2023/08/toot-tooting-and-seeleychallenge.html" target="_blank">A month ago we all rejoiced</a> at the success of a group of kids (now many young adults) who sued the government of Montana and won a judgment that the state had not protected their constitutional right to a clean and healthful environment.<p></p><p>Next up, on September 27, a group of six Portuguese youth are similarly bringing a case--filed in September 2020 against EU member states as well Britain, Switzerland, Norway, Russia and Turkey--at a hearing before the European Court of Human Rights for failing to do their part to avert climate catastrophe. They are seeking a legally binding decision that would force these governments to act against climate change. Read more at these links and share with others, especially those you know in EU countries who might advocate in support of their case!<br /></p><ul><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://youth4climatejustice.org/&source=gmail&ust=1694862564379000&usg=AOvVaw1w0OT4eBfISAPqfnfZBsi9" href="https://youth4climatejustice.org/" target="_blank">An Emergency Like No Other (Youth4ClimateJustice)</a> </span></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.reuters.com/business/environment/upset-climate-inaction-young-people-gird-european-court-battle-2023-08-23/&source=gmail&ust=1694862564379000&usg=AOvVaw2Pa4KfKyY45utmsyO_zB3R" href="https://www.reuters.com/business/environment/upset-climate-inaction-young-people-gird-european-court-battle-2023-08-23/" target="_blank">Upset at climate inaction, young people gird for European court battle</a> (Reuters)</span></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2022/aug/11/its-a-human-rights-issue-young-adults-take-portugal-climate-crisis-to-court&source=gmail&ust=1694862564379000&usg=AOvVaw367c83yxdRMEJpLjcE1m6W" href="https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2022/aug/11/its-a-human-rights-issue-young-adults-take-portugal-climate-crisis-to-court" target="_blank">‘It’s a human rights issue’: young adults take Portugal climate crisis to court</a> (The Guardian)</span></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://earthjustice.org/feature/how-climate-change-is-fueling-extreme-weather%23:~:text%3DWarmer%2520temperatures%2520drive%2520increases%2520in%2520precipitation%26text%3DWarmer%2520air%2520increases%2520evaporation%252C%2520which,turn%2520into%2520rain%2520or%2520snow.&source=gmail&ust=1694862564379000&usg=AOvVaw1j3MLqA68qyUfrbooVb9Zq" href="https://earthjustice.org/feature/how-climate-change-is-fueling-extreme-weather#:~:text=Warmer%20temperatures%20drive%20increases%20in%20precipitation&text=Warmer%20air%20increases%20evaporation%2C%20which,turn%20into%20rain%20or%20snow." target="_blank">How climate change is fueling extreme weather</a> (EarthJustice)</span></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.weforum.org/agenda/2022/01/climate-change-anxiety-young-people-governments/&source=gmail&ust=1694862564379000&usg=AOvVaw1LUgBhZiiH6FcbpWCWIkCI" href="https://www.weforum.org/agenda/2022/01/climate-change-anxiety-young-people-governments/" target="_blank">Inadequate governmental response is causing climate anxiety in young people</a> (World Economic Forum)</span></li></ul><div><br /></div><div>And how did we get to the sorry state we're in? You can blame it on the Industrial Revolution, or on Henry Ford, or on the Baby Boomers riddled with consumption (not me, despite my birth year of 1964; I resolutely claim GenX, equally riddled with consumption), or you can blame it on Big Oil--there's certainly <a href="https://theconversation.com/what-big-oil-knew-about-climate-change-in-its-own-words-170642" target="_blank">no shortage of evidence </a>that <i>they</i> knew what they were doing. But here's my take on the culprit/s:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxYu1sbxDa8Y0yixgi7e_B2YGUyk6Tjy4ZKGuFP36L96DzaDNsPaMP1xJQQmCe3gPZngKOm8eYDvG3i4-FlGXRNQqoq9feh4yLe7yivuoo92-TbmZwLVKSxbmiQ9agK3-uKy53FuRnmrQgTBv15mCc5D9e6IjvfxoE7bE2IlNuWI7EgMYBNH999gBTNig/s875/The%20Real%20Labor.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="505" data-original-width="875" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxYu1sbxDa8Y0yixgi7e_B2YGUyk6Tjy4ZKGuFP36L96DzaDNsPaMP1xJQQmCe3gPZngKOm8eYDvG3i4-FlGXRNQqoq9feh4yLe7yivuoo92-TbmZwLVKSxbmiQ9agK3-uKy53FuRnmrQgTBv15mCc5D9e6IjvfxoE7bE2IlNuWI7EgMYBNH999gBTNig/w640-h370/The%20Real%20Labor.PNG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Being a woman, I will not avoid the real labor of thinking, and I'll be joining (not too far from Edison's<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pearl_Street_Station"> Pearl Street Station</a>) this Sunday's giant <a href="https://www.endfossilfuels.us/" target="_blank">END FOSSIL FUELS</a> March to the United Nations in NYC.<div><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPxKCehmL4FfuD2YCy6h_E7O8LaqPFfuaNqbQOdLZh_uWvHPkQSa49c9nmw923qb55f8CLE-FLEYa6A8FWN7eBrioeIagcY23h58nbhjixOOGXcLJIpp8T5C6uvJ_ydgLMBxvEdt9uYoqv96ByTs9zMoEc_Tnt0KfzPdiSb3kWvlioNIhAK30pos9hTlA/s1301/1ff.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="459" data-original-width="1301" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPxKCehmL4FfuD2YCy6h_E7O8LaqPFfuaNqbQOdLZh_uWvHPkQSa49c9nmw923qb55f8CLE-FLEYa6A8FWN7eBrioeIagcY23h58nbhjixOOGXcLJIpp8T5C6uvJ_ydgLMBxvEdt9uYoqv96ByTs9zMoEc_Tnt0KfzPdiSb3kWvlioNIhAK30pos9hTlA/w400-h141/1ff.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><span style="font-family: inherit;">The United Nations is doing its part, calling on world leaders to take real steps to lead us off fossil fuels to protect people and the planet. On September 20th in New York, the UN Climate Ambition Summit will gather world leaders to commit to phasing out fossil fuels. <a href="https://www.globalcitizen.org/en/content/global-climate-protest-end-fossil-fuels/">This March is part of a global weekend of events that you can read about here.</a></span><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">We'll be there to demand President Biden take bolder action to end fossil fuels. It helps that I have a daughter to visit in Brooklyn (who will march with us), but adding my body to the throng of bodies calling for the U.S. to lead harder in response to the global crisis feels like the right thing to do. </span><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/2023/08/09/biden-climate-emergency-practically-speaking/" target="_blank">Biden claims that "practically speaking" he's already declared a climate emergency,</a> but as word people (and world people), we poets know that there's a big difference between policies here and there--even good ones--and actually standing up and announcing it publicly from a very high dais, preferably with a related required action. If you'd like to participate in an action related to this March, <a href="http://https://fossilfueltreaty.good.do/global-march/map/">go here to find an event near you</a>. What should I put on my sign?? Suggestions in the comments, please.</span><br /></div></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Thanks to Rose for hosting us today at <a href="https://imaginethepossibilities.blog/2023/09/14/poetry-friday-speaking-of-fall/" target="_blank">Imagine the Possibilities</a>. Maybe try not to drive anywhere today....and don't forget to turn of the lights when you leave the room. </span><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 21.3333px; text-align: center;">💡</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-65060414107318870242023-09-01T08:57:00.009-04:002023-09-01T09:11:15.420-04:00incomplete syntax, incomplete challenge<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEck3GIQQEBkkauaxBpia6tftb7Q-5zBKsbfKoVa3fc97QUlPDe2rErH3p7ZQE4iLuFRBvMkftpblnU09Cxq7Q5PJlPeuDIHBq92q5nDJotdYdvUXp4wP8pe6dy155Y94idw6dqqW6-gdnZBIh_wmoBh1CjoCeLrQQqjkGLgHGjwVScMdWP0ypsZ4jOA/s1080/371915107_10229750901627605_772166799572825407_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="805" data-original-width="1080" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEck3GIQQEBkkauaxBpia6tftb7Q-5zBKsbfKoVa3fc97QUlPDe2rErH3p7ZQE4iLuFRBvMkftpblnU09Cxq7Q5PJlPeuDIHBq92q5nDJotdYdvUXp4wP8pe6dy155Y94idw6dqqW6-gdnZBIh_wmoBh1CjoCeLrQQqjkGLgHGjwVScMdWP0ypsZ4jOA/w274-h204/371915107_10229750901627605_772166799572825407_n.jpg" width="274" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Greetings and rabbit, rabbit to you all. This illustration is by my friend Robin Galbraith, who has been spending an hour protesting Supreme Court ethics violations for *56* days! See her activism on Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/robin.galbraith.3">https://www.facebook.com/robin.galbraith.3</a></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Here in the mid-Atlantic the day is dawning sunny and pleasantly cool (with 98* predicted for next week, so let's not break out our sweaters). As it's the first Friday of the month, we kick off with the Inklings Challenge, set by Margaret Simon:</p><blockquote>Jack Bedell is a former Louisiana Poet Laureate. His poem “Ghost Forest” uses the poetic element of enjambment. Write a poem on any topic using enjambment. <a href="http://www.versedaily.org/2023/ghostforest.shtml">http://www.versedaily.org/2023/ghostforest.shtml</a><br />Here is the Poetry Foundations definition: <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/enjambment">https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/enjambment</a></blockquote><a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/enjambment"></a><p>I applied my Definito preparation approach and read about the etymology of the word jamb. Come on through, readers; the doorway's open</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv80RPjqE13R3WD1MTGLI2LGpXgIiZIaJcWBNbjOhqr0TsDk80CYJvEB8G8qkXAunc60j8ed6Urk_lRo-zynuM9z70l9WNIxk061FHysfitMMBey7KvMzmUR2WBhIPEfkRTN4NuE63PNpVkPTEmiAJIqGAk0k91f56HOQcY38ZYl6w2at1guNfNHFsocI/s574/opening.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="326" data-original-width="574" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv80RPjqE13R3WD1MTGLI2LGpXgIiZIaJcWBNbjOhqr0TsDk80CYJvEB8G8qkXAunc60j8ed6Urk_lRo-zynuM9z70l9WNIxk061FHysfitMMBey7KvMzmUR2WBhIPEfkRTN4NuE63PNpVkPTEmiAJIqGAk0k91f56HOQcY38ZYl6w2at1guNfNHFsocI/w640-h364/opening.PNG" width="640" /></a></p><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOj7qhGOHfmEw1vlaKs7v0Y-Y7Utkka2o17lYJM8qh1C7fPiUF5SWgjfljWwF5tNq7cHOVRuWaaG_y5RajLON665KGjEwodY2t2ehT6m2ailQwNelL0xEfigIckiEuz9X1FK0jGubaeHqI43s_6-PggIY4C5o6Cy22xzp9G7nBlnZwO5uTXIB3XJk6s-Y/s500/DearHuman%20cover.webp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="333" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOj7qhGOHfmEw1vlaKs7v0Y-Y7Utkka2o17lYJM8qh1C7fPiUF5SWgjfljWwF5tNq7cHOVRuWaaG_y5RajLON665KGjEwodY2t2ehT6m2ailQwNelL0xEfigIckiEuz9X1FK0jGubaeHqI43s_6-PggIY4C5o6Cy22xzp9G7nBlnZwO5uTXIB3XJk6s-Y/w183-h276/DearHuman%20cover.webp" width="183" /></a></div><br /></div><div>Maybe <i>every</i> poem (not just every poem by me) turns out to be about the body somehow, the source of all our metaphors. You could test that idea that by reading <a href="https://bookshop.org/p/books/dear-human-at-the-edge-of-time-poems-on-climate-change-in-the-united-states-luisa-a-igloria/20274895?gclid=Cj0KCQjwl8anBhCFARIsAKbbpyTWKAguKtVL8HG_-VTlOipnADL1IzkGXklZY9Dt2dgRDNAAuzEzYg0aAtRFEALw_wcB" target="_blank">DEAR HUMAN AT THE EDGE OF TIME</a>, the climate anthology published by Paloma Press, edited by three distinguished folks and including 69 distinguished poets and me. The virtual book launch was last night and it was most enjoyable! <a href="https://palomapress.org/2023/07/06/press-release-dear-human/" target="_blank">Pre/order your copy at this link</a>--it releases at some point this month, and my paperback copy is very satisfying to have in hand. The variety of the poems is wonderful, and you can <a href="https://fb.watch/mNyVao2iL5/" target="_blank">watch the recorded launch reading here</a>. That challenge is pretty complete, although I hope to participate in another of the readings that are forthcoming.</div><div><br /></div><div>My Sealey Challenge, however, is another matter. I cannot seem to read a whole collection of adult poems at a sitting; it's all too intense somehow. So I went ahead with my attempt to catch up my inbox full of a Poem-A-Day, and was what you might call moderately successful. Unlike some of you all, it turns out that a deadline by itself (as opposed to a deadline-or-else) is not enough to marshal my self-discipline; plus, I've had to give into a routine of very much less routine and structure than I'm used to. It's been a year and I'm still not that comfortable with it!</div><div><br /></div><div>But I am going to order 4 books like I planned:</div><div><br /></div><div>An older one, <i>Lace & Pyrite: Letters from Two Gardens</i> by <a href="https://bookshop.org/contributors/ross-gay">Ross Gay </a>and <a href="https://bookshop.org/contributors/aimee-nezhukumatathil">Aimee Nezhukumatathil</a>, two of my favorite poets;</div><div>One by <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/camonghne-felix#tab-poems" target="_blank">Camonghne Felix</a>, who was a political speechwriter before being a poet-- <i>Build Yourself a Boat;</i></div><div><i>Swoon </i>by <a href="https://poets.org/poet/dj-savarese?mc_cid=5ce5ea97f2&mc_eid=0bf8b2372a" target="_blank">DJ Savarese</a>, and </div><i><a href="https://www.georgiaheard.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/wonder-house-discussion-guide-final.pdf" target="_blank">WELCOME TO THE WONDER HOUSE</a></i>, poems by Rebecca Kai Dotlich & Georgia Heard.<div><br /></div><div>You can see the rest of the Inklings' responses</div><div>to the enjambment</div><div>challenge </div><div>by clicking these </div><div>links:</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Linda @<a href="https://awordedgewiselindamitchell.blogspot.com/">A Word Edgewise</a><br />Mary Lee @<a href="https://ayearofreading.org/">A(nother) Year of Reading</a><br />Molly @<a href="https://nixthecomfortzone.com/">Nix the Comfort Zone</a><br />Catherine @<a href="https://readingtothecore.com/">Reading to the Core</a><br />Margaret @<a href="https://reflectionsontheteche.com/">Reflections on the Teche</a></span><br /><div><br /></div><div>Happy New (School) Year and honoring the Labor of all this weekend!<br /><div><br /></div><div><i><br /></i></div></div></div>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-45480836969253878962023-08-18T09:10:00.000-04:002023-08-18T09:10:20.541-04:00toot tooting and the #sEEleychallenge<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXoYkwerGw-RptncINTFaOJfVBWNqQTVS6qn8PBfO5ER5esb2pIS_5_HR-nvYjhmQbxOn2VyC0XZrAW6hEyPsnWG9yBWSSDauybC1x7ORn8CQWDnodDUtbhTWbZ0NZPItaTTXqKtDrsfheeqMd0vbftj6fmWQC2zb-T5p2eYLzEXDasQbwBNyrsrWLPsQ/s2305/061223-ir-nws-heldvmontana-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1534" data-original-width="2305" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXoYkwerGw-RptncINTFaOJfVBWNqQTVS6qn8PBfO5ER5esb2pIS_5_HR-nvYjhmQbxOn2VyC0XZrAW6hEyPsnWG9yBWSSDauybC1x7ORn8CQWDnodDUtbhTWbZ0NZPItaTTXqKtDrsfheeqMd0vbftj6fmWQC2zb-T5p2eYLzEXDasQbwBNyrsrWLPsQ/w456-h282/061223-ir-nws-heldvmontana-4.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><br />Greetings, Poetry Lovers! It's the 3rd Friday of the month and time for a climate-focused post; luckily there's a gigantic piece of good news to celebrate. As I hope you know, on Monday, a <a href="https://dailymontanan.com/2023/08/14/judge-sides-with-youth-in-montana-climate-change-trial-finds-two-laws-unconstitutional/">Montana District Court Judge Kathy Seeley ruled in favor of the youth plaintiffs in Held v Montana</a>, ruling that the State of Montana’s<a href="https://dailymontanan.com/2023/06/13/its-affecting-all-of-them-montana-climate-scientists-say-warming-will-worsen-if-nothing-changes/"> failure to consider greenhouse gas emissions</a> from energy and mining projects violates the state constitution because it does not protect Montanans’ right to a clean and healthful environment and the state’s natural resources from unreasonable depletion.<br /><br />This is the first case challenging state and national climate and energy policies to make it to trial in the U.S., and is now the first in which the plaintiffs, 16 Montana youth now ages 5 to 22, are VICTORIOUS. If you've heard of the #SealeyChallenge in which we all read poetry all August, you'll see why I'm hoping <b>a SEELEY Challenge</b> 😁 will take off , and that other groups in other states will see success in other lawsuits that challenge policies that damage the climate futures of our young people. For more information visit the <a href="https://mtclimatecase.flatheadbeacon.com/" target="_blank">Flathead Beacon's</a> ongoing coverage site, and especially take time to read once again about the <a href="https://montanafreepress.org/2023/06/05/who-is-held-of-held-v-state-of-montana/" target="_blank">young woman climate activist, Rikki Held</a>, who as the only plaintiff of age at the time the case was filed, gives her name to this landmark decision. (Isn't it right that our Earth should be <i>held</i> with care? And also that "Held" is the word for HERO in German?) Then go give some money to the Beacon, to <a href="https://www.ourchildrenstrust.org/" target="_blank">Our Children’s Trust</a>, or to another journalism or legal organization that supports climate rescue.<p></p><p>Poetry itself can be leveraged in the effort, of course, and I'm happy to say that I'm doing my part! Although I'm not in the class of poets famous enough to be featured on this poster, I do have a poem in the forthcoming anthology DEAR HUMAN AT THE EDGE OF TIME: Poems on Climate Change in the US, edited by Luisa Igloria, Aileen Cassinetto and Dr. Jeremy Hoffman. I'm certainly enjoying the company I'm in! Join us for the virtual launch next week!</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV5TvBTqbosIcy1rOoAYmJnCJWACia2V0qH6O7kfHLZ4dHT-u6xxjlmSMAIpk-PV7acLPQdJW6Fes4AOW0CrPm8Vp3LuTnLiTmoiZ72KpFR0kFUWbD9aLxDAWOsRqCGAbzqhxeUfNpf1mh6rE3JmoPLy5_o3Hl5o7qe-Wmmlt9Usuu2Q0_Re4HfG__UFY/s1350/DEAR%20HUMAN%20AT%20THE%20EDGE%20OF%20TIME.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" height="702" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV5TvBTqbosIcy1rOoAYmJnCJWACia2V0qH6O7kfHLZ4dHT-u6xxjlmSMAIpk-PV7acLPQdJW6Fes4AOW0CrPm8Vp3LuTnLiTmoiZ72KpFR0kFUWbD9aLxDAWOsRqCGAbzqhxeUfNpf1mh6rE3JmoPLy5_o3Hl5o7qe-Wmmlt9Usuu2Q0_Re4HfG__UFY/w562-h702/DEAR%20HUMAN%20AT%20THE%20EDGE%20OF%20TIME.png" width="562" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://bookshop.org/p/books/dear-human-at-the-edge-of-time-poems-on-climate-change-in-the-united-states-luisa-a-igloria/20274895?ean=9781734496543" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="333" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2R4dpXMTqSVzQN56Xec0mvsX-8CQJU0c-KxdtT5ityBNmy_fedtJCXJf0b_4PJ3SW_1SQIFYIL1ywrKGk7SGg-hnlXNl6_z3NmJfbIAQprz0VX8QTIvzXMWFUebxkzPrHseqMqJ6YYZYBCucTQ0YL7JE_eU5gLpm__oUGmQJ9n4S-GVIVOGw4QnHCapo/w266-h400/dear%20human.webp" width="266" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">click to buy from an indie bookstore</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And while I'm tooting, I'm very late to announce with pride that I have two poems in the anthology of Metaphor Dice poems, POETRY BY CHANCE, which launched in July! You heard about it from plenty of other Poetry Friday friends, and I just let the date go by unmarked. My poems are titled "Loss," and "You have to".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlaXy0tRff419V4wvHbM8xMFBUIjjQupTazQ-IVFIDpnCOoj9BrtJOfniXvVbeN9x_1kxNzf2egGyyCb9wnJN8xw6TeQwiyxZoTimiVDkaZv0c_NR5Ce0akqJxNCztB1eik8xiiLAwwuq23Hbcz6_PVB9_waaXLiyVTgKyTDJ6eefOvpIZlRXOHalPxqg/s500/pobychance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="329" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlaXy0tRff419V4wvHbM8xMFBUIjjQupTazQ-IVFIDpnCOoj9BrtJOfniXvVbeN9x_1kxNzf2egGyyCb9wnJN8xw6TeQwiyxZoTimiVDkaZv0c_NR5Ce0akqJxNCztB1eik8xiiLAwwuq23Hbcz6_PVB9_waaXLiyVTgKyTDJ6eefOvpIZlRXOHalPxqg/w422-h640/pobychance.jpg" width="422" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">click to buy from an indie bookstore</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Our host today is dear Molly at <a href="https://nixthecomfortzone.com/2023/08/17/poetry-friday-is-here-6/" target="_blank">Nix the Comfort Zone</a>, where she offers up a "haphazard combination of perennials, wildflowers, and weeds." Delightful!</div><p><br /></p>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-47140208403571811242023-08-04T07:39:00.004-04:002023-08-04T07:53:21.140-04:00urtica dioica<p>Salutations to you all from the south of England! We are here with the (grown-up) kids visiting that side of the family, and to make up for last July when it rained one single time and was as warm and sunny as you could ever hope Blighty to be, this time we are layering and wrapping and taking our macs with us wherever we go.</p><p>Yesterday, however, there was a fine spell between 8 and 3 and we took our opportunity to get outside--more on that shortly. While INSIDE on Wednesday I spent quite a bit of time with <a href="https://www.rebeccabrock.org/work" target="_blank">Rebecca Brock</a>'s first chapbook, published last year. She's a poet some of you may know if you have participated in any of Laura Shovan's February Poem Projects.</p><p>EACH BEARING OUT is the title, and I'm going to share one poem that answers our Inklings First Friday Challenge this month, set by Catherine Flynn:</p><br /><span style="color: #d9ead3;">Robin Wall Kimmerer teaches us that “It's a sign of respect and connection to learn the name of someone else, a sign of disrespect to ignore it…Learning the names of plants and animals is a powerful act of support for them. When we learn their names and their gifts, it opens the door to reciprocity.” Look closely at the flowers, birds, trees, or other natural features in your neighborhood (or if you’re traveling, a new-to-you species) and write a poem about your chosen species. Free choice of format.</span><div><br /></div><div><br />Imperial Moth Caterpillar | Rebecca Brock<div><br /></div><div>Pale green and long as a cattail,</div><div>the caterpillar had a face</div><div>like a ladybug's shell</div><div>except yellow, spotless.</div><div><br /></div><div>They push a stick into the dirt,</div><div>to mark the spot, before racing</div><div>their bikes back to find me</div><div>coming slowers, on foot, with the dog.</div><div><br /></div><div>Brothers, they call out</div><div>to each other, call out to me,</div><div>their cheeks red and legs pedaling--</div><div>the dog pulls at his leash to greet them.</div><div><br /></div><div>To love something is not the same</div><div>as naming it but they know the names</div><div>of things matter and I am grateful to be asked</div><div>something for which there is an answer.</div><div><br /></div><div>They hover and the dog jumps</div><div>and tugs as I try to stay still</div><div>enough to type <i>caterpillar, late summer, </i></div><div><i>yellow face</i>---to find the before, the during,</div><div>even the remarkable after: a flying creature,</div><div>pale yellow with brown spots, dusky</div><div>and ready to mate by midnight.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm still learning how to trust</div><div>a creature with its own life---</div><div>but they already know to kneel,</div><div>even to marvel,</div><div>at the body</div><div>disappearing</div><div>into what had seemed</div><div>such solid ground.<br /><br />********<br /><br />Children DO know that the names of things matter, and they are born to be collectors of those names, of distinguishing features, of species knowledge, if we honor that survival instinct and let them. We all know kids who have catalogs of dinosaurs or construction vehicles, horses or Hatchimals--but how many do you know that can name a dozen culinary herbs? More than three kinds of birds? More than one species of butterfly? I don't think we give our children nearly enough opportunity to learn their natural surroundings the way kids 200 years ago would have HAD to, just to eat.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, back to yesterday's fine day. We went blackberrying on the South Downs, near <a href="https://www.google.com/maps/place/Seaford+Head+Nature+Reserve,+Sussex+Wildlife+Trust/@50.7588922,0.1244873,14.83z/data=!4m6!3m5!1s0x47df798222184c2d:0x2e93101b1b6b0da1!8m2!3d50.7620644!4d0.1335945!16s%2Fg%2F11cp7jr43r?entry=ttu" target="_blank">Hope Gap at the Cuckmere River</a> that feeds into the English Channel. There were lots of blackberry bushes, of course:</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvIHrhmKY4YIteFuakWUMIcGexcqBznyC20EDXR7JqFPak8N7xdJf6qQJBT8Fr-CkSo_rLDnA9lasqGY-6LB7-BqJ3ZIem4lkd4Psfm4loauWtCV6vOBopUM179k8o380rbpsMmuFevqNMFQZkvWrqx1QzSvbcFZs0AaOl5lQv_6bht0GfK5rSLWSzAv0/s4616/1bberry.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4616" data-original-width="3077" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvIHrhmKY4YIteFuakWUMIcGexcqBznyC20EDXR7JqFPak8N7xdJf6qQJBT8Fr-CkSo_rLDnA9lasqGY-6LB7-BqJ3ZIem4lkd4Psfm4loauWtCV6vOBopUM179k8o380rbpsMmuFevqNMFQZkvWrqx1QzSvbcFZs0AaOl5lQv_6bht0GfK5rSLWSzAv0/w266-h400/1bberry.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and, we quickly discovered, lots of stinging nettles growing in among and in front of the blackberries:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7Pu-ijdwvRWt-D_5ftqSpw9D0C8USGKPpVTqioU3ubtlP9U7vYnNNuo9xE6m-tB8V8lGQDe9em7WoEWLaRHEKO87HAECBhpGcMtZyBL3b5S30zJK8_CR0bPfnVQcasxSztbmx89kOqwKroFFVCxQvD6yu5J81vKkdZsU-0Jc7O8p4hukovgcr4EDpW4/s1198/1nettle.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1198" data-original-width="914" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7Pu-ijdwvRWt-D_5ftqSpw9D0C8USGKPpVTqioU3ubtlP9U7vYnNNuo9xE6m-tB8V8lGQDe9em7WoEWLaRHEKO87HAECBhpGcMtZyBL3b5S30zJK8_CR0bPfnVQcasxSztbmx89kOqwKroFFVCxQvD6yu5J81vKkdZsU-0Jc7O8p4hukovgcr4EDpW4/w305-h400/1nettle.jpg" width="305" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Looking closely, there's a clear difference between the leaves, but for the uninitiated, those leaves with their "serrated margins" are pretty similar. I had finally put on some SHORTS and sacrificed both knees and forearms for the bounty of berries that I collected. Things went much better for my tall son with the long arms, who could reach the berries without wading into the <i>Urtica dioica</i>, and no one seemed to suffer the intensity of histamine reaction as much as I did--instead of 15 minutes of sting and burn I had hours, followed by a gritty, sandy tingling like your foot waking up after you've sat on it too long. (I'm pain-free this morning, you'll be glad to know.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4cMfrq7y7N0k-WMcqGBcFqwnCrJtzDzmC9p5bgxYlJQYMoXu8UIeCC2g2t2HAQTmRG6IGpNtu2dCSK_BfjqrmbGOIzJWgVvhuievkJM-GqanE5cKZIUV76aOTYP0bIyfaLNrSkEaGDvqlfIKECqCdS6souWQbNQmqbSaORwse-v0a6MPUFqpKYKljuA/s4032/IMG_6036.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4cMfrq7y7N0k-WMcqGBcFqwnCrJtzDzmC9p5bgxYlJQYMoXu8UIeCC2g2t2HAQTmRG6IGpNtu2dCSK_BfjqrmbGOIzJWgVvhuievkJM-GqanE5cKZIUV76aOTYP0bIyfaLNrSkEaGDvqlfIKECqCdS6souWQbNQmqbSaORwse-v0a6MPUFqpKYKljuA/w261-h195/IMG_6036.HEIC" width="261" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKa-0NvKq6BJnh7698dRMXsuiUzbYXtfWNLZjgu5_fW2NoXXUE_P0Zo_xZQi2ol09V0dVK7kmLiC4dJBMrwKEdnsIXj_7ApeP60iq3F204p4zo_gVDsMthUK0tHelWjVbVyN6urUnVPevR6zfRwps6ZRltx9RbPaBCsiGEceECBiQGUryYGtsrjMOgubE/s1079/IMG_6041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="809" data-original-width="1079" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKa-0NvKq6BJnh7698dRMXsuiUzbYXtfWNLZjgu5_fW2NoXXUE_P0Zo_xZQi2ol09V0dVK7kmLiC4dJBMrwKEdnsIXj_7ApeP60iq3F204p4zo_gVDsMthUK0tHelWjVbVyN6urUnVPevR6zfRwps6ZRltx9RbPaBCsiGEceECBiQGUryYGtsrjMOgubE/s320/IMG_6041.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's hard to imagine that <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urtica_dioica" target="_blank">nettle leaves are not only edible, but delicious and nutritious, apparently, and nettle fibers have been made into clothing forever, and nettle tea is a medicinal!</a> </div></div><div><br /></div><div>So have I learned an awful lot about stinging nettles? Yes! Do I have a poem? No! Not yet. But maybe by the time you click this link, some 5 hours anon, I will. I have no doubt that my fellow Inklings will give you plenty to noodle on in the meantime. Thanks to Mary Lee at <a href="https://ayearofreading.org/2023/08/03/poetry-friday-the-roundup-is-here-3/" target="_blank">A(nother) Year of Reading</a> for hosting us today with a goldfinch poem and bonus stitchery! May the Earth love us all back, despite ourselves.</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;">Linda @</span><a href="https://awordedgewiselindamitchell.blogspot.com/" style="background-color: white; box-shadow: currentcolor 0px 1px 0px 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: #007acc; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration-line: none;">A Word Edgewise</a><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;">Molly @</span><a href="https://nixthecomfortzone.com/" style="background-color: white; box-shadow: none; box-sizing: inherit; color: #686868; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; outline: 0px; text-decoration-line: none;">Nix the Comfort Zone</a><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;">Catherine @</span><a href="https://readingtothecore.com/" style="background-color: white; box-shadow: currentcolor 0px 1px 0px 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: #007acc; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration-line: none;">Reading to the Core</a><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;">Margaret @</span><a href="https://reflectionsontheteche.com/" style="background-color: white; box-shadow: currentcolor 0px 1px 0px 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: #007acc; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration-line: none;">Reflections on the Teche</a></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-35395013831327535542023-07-27T23:07:00.004-04:002023-07-28T07:01:12.172-04:00notamonotetra<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidgtBgyICYouSi2yBGiLcOQyqBDUbZJ9Kvdf2L5aMB7ZW8pendlwL70idsVxHuHJ3CWjSOedLNoLZMHTZw-Eg5GqnOnmtUPHC4WtkkwJLxpgK5Tsackq86c8sN7YmUg66gWO6NuvPwoof61D1R3Us3TTZaTjhlTTMVJEYdwRYUHqz2H1Eo_EYzUH8mmKE/s498/suitcase-packing.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="498" height="161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidgtBgyICYouSi2yBGiLcOQyqBDUbZJ9Kvdf2L5aMB7ZW8pendlwL70idsVxHuHJ3CWjSOedLNoLZMHTZw-Eg5GqnOnmtUPHC4WtkkwJLxpgK5Tsackq86c8sN7YmUg66gWO6NuvPwoof61D1R3Us3TTZaTjhlTTMVJEYdwRYUHqz2H1Eo_EYzUH8mmKE/w287-h161/suitcase-packing.gif" width="287" /></a></div>How-do, poetry people? I'm flying through today with two very different thangs, neither of which I spent too much time on. Something has been distracting me, and honestly it's mainly getting ready for a trip the like of which we've done many times before....<div><br /></div><div>But I'm trying to be chiller about that than usual, while packing more minimally than I do usually. Monitoring one's overfunctioning is very distracting.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I tried the <a href="http://tanitasdavis.com/wp/?p=12940" target="_blank">Poetry Sisters' monotetra challenge</a> and this is as close as I could get:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmh--vTcMsPjouzJNhVSTnxqdxO6IJcHFefWykAu63n8XtZ1Cxe0M3VF_7_ot2pUSR080Oepf8bn4siCSER7E64U64jyXr-MR7_g_LazzgFAUyWjspNaf2MBmFIDbtBM4qJ_pDHvZpw_mE9yhmA-4x_y3cM3ZGFDRT8IN-L4omTMHyM-k5BcKP1-GU0es/s415/monotonotrima.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="415" data-original-width="410" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmh--vTcMsPjouzJNhVSTnxqdxO6IJcHFefWykAu63n8XtZ1Cxe0M3VF_7_ot2pUSR080Oepf8bn4siCSER7E64U64jyXr-MR7_g_LazzgFAUyWjspNaf2MBmFIDbtBM4qJ_pDHvZpw_mE9yhmA-4x_y3cM3ZGFDRT8IN-L4omTMHyM-k5BcKP1-GU0es/s320/monotonotrima.PNG" width="316" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>But also this, from a quote I saw in <a href="https://heathercoxrichardson.substack.com/p/july-26-2023" target="_blank">Letters from an American</a> Thursday morning:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZr3OlrMtYKsb7pQ7wRhWnWrdHZmHbjXC82vesz_V8XbDXqSdSGPVIWRGzgeJLgdLAidNzxneGEjOnIHWYwzQOORfwvoONOjON9_H-PIcraHrWFYFWyUCck9RAPLj62sAxdTeLBL7Ti_fvnHVK_zwYDXKW5VNYIU0eq-HmrnoTUhfo3i2Ub1gg33Pfl0/s918/mohistory.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="378" data-original-width="918" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZr3OlrMtYKsb7pQ7wRhWnWrdHZmHbjXC82vesz_V8XbDXqSdSGPVIWRGzgeJLgdLAidNzxneGEjOnIHWYwzQOORfwvoONOjON9_H-PIcraHrWFYFWyUCck9RAPLj62sAxdTeLBL7Ti_fvnHVK_zwYDXKW5VNYIU0eq-HmrnoTUhfo3i2Ub1gg33Pfl0/w640-h264/mohistory.PNG" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Now, a note about the Sealey Challenge: I'll have to take it light, being away from home, so here's the plan. I go back and read all the unread Poems-a-Day in my inbox, 2 or 3 per day. I keep an eye on what catches my ear most tightly. Then I order a different poet's book every week in August to add to my collection and to support the poetry publishing market. At the end I'll tell you what, as they say in England, I plumped for.</div><div><br /></div>Happy Hotter Than July, everyone, and thanks to the inimitable Jan at <a href="https://bookseedstudio.wordpress.com/2023/07/27/poetryfridayhost/" target="_blank">BookSeed Studio</a> for hosting us!<div><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rJtxiE5pbR0" width="320" youtube-src-id="rJtxiE5pbR0"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-71820432918364769602023-07-21T07:48:00.006-04:002023-07-21T07:54:06.892-04:00superheroes for our time<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBRBnuFHpPVBzCjy0Y9Jitfy9JIqcpP-QZcAjMDe6b7MaQez6G9rsR28k7yKnlsltKCr2OPmizaZP506MJ-0aipuEnyvUQtFAqbJpz88IraalpOpzGr9j-PXqNPHnXUOR7S6G522nzpx36oN1893-UDgQgM0BDX1AxEMiR6OBZqNakcFGZ6TuxYUz2ifc/s542/1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="542" data-original-width="525" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBRBnuFHpPVBzCjy0Y9Jitfy9JIqcpP-QZcAjMDe6b7MaQez6G9rsR28k7yKnlsltKCr2OPmizaZP506MJ-0aipuEnyvUQtFAqbJpz88IraalpOpzGr9j-PXqNPHnXUOR7S6G522nzpx36oN1893-UDgQgM0BDX1AxEMiR6OBZqNakcFGZ6TuxYUz2ifc/w213-h219/1.PNG" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">apparently I'm not the first<br />to imagine this character</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Greetings, Climate Citizens. It's the 3rd Friday of the month and I'm coming at you after a session in the <a href="https://www.whispershoutwritingworkshop.net/summer-at-the-studio" target="_blank">WHISPERshout Studio</a> where we looked at superhero stories and poems. (My favorite superhero picture book is HAZEL'S AMAZING MOTHER, which in my opinion is an unsung hero of a story. I hope you've read it.)</p><p>The kids wrote about SuperJunior, Batwoman and Superkitty, and I continued a poem I'd started the week before, writing alongside the kids, about the heat. What was dire became hop<span style="font-family: inherit;">eful with the arrival of my own superheroine, and there are many more (and more realistic) superheroines out there, including Dr. Sara Via, Professor & Climate Extension Specialist at the University of Maryland. Her <b><a href="https://youtu.be/EV_v9L9aLwchttps://youtu.be/EV_v9L9aLwc">nerdy-in-the-best-way webinar</a>,"The Darkest Hour Is Just Before The Tipping Point,"</b> is a current summary of all the progress we are starting to see, coming on faster and faster. Set aside some time in between the heat domes, the Tornadoes and the wildfires to watch, and then do what you can to help it all happen!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: inherit;"><b>HEAT IS EVERYWHERE</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: inherit;"><b>Canada on fire<br />heat is everywhere<br />the air is like flame</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: inherit;"><b>90 degrees 100 degrees 110 degrees</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: inherit;"><b>people are sweating<br />earth is baking<br />no one can breathe</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: inherit;"><b>the world on fire</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">HERE COMES WATER WOMAN!</span></b></i></span></p><p><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: inherit;"><b>She rides the oceans, rivers and streams<br />Her cape is a wave of blue water</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: inherit;"><b>She arrives just in time<br />with all the people calling her name<br />with all the people cheering her on</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: inherit;"><b>From her fingers spouts of cool water<br />shoot over the burning forests, burning earth, burning air</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: inherit;"><b>WATER WOMAN SAVES THE DAY!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">Instadraft™ © HM 2023\</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Our host today is Margaret at <a href="https://reflectionsontheteche.com/2023/07/20/poetry-friday-ode-to-mollys-strawberry-jam/" target="_blank">Reflections on the Teche</a>, who looks to be feeling better after her recent surgery--but then homemade strawberry jam fixes most ailments, I guess!</span></p>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-92105122120810478152023-07-13T21:34:00.005-04:002023-07-15T10:06:59.440-04:00live from chautauqua<span style="font-family: inherit;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU5XYGhN3jEKKl4FDCfqvDT7ORmg1U-y8FY9CXR_JJt6yfOFcc7lvKQqW7EEDaZbfZCW_0Dc1HVUA3Od4im70qHLkOwLkkIUZKtI3kAH27y_r6Nti9JDNufIrk6Y8iKdt8MoCp1c-HgB1g1T4LKrxhghHwu1h778ChgbcP1nQWSWGW2r0-yc97JsQ3WMU/s800/man-his-collie-dog-meadow-long-haired-63933935.webp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="800" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU5XYGhN3jEKKl4FDCfqvDT7ORmg1U-y8FY9CXR_JJt6yfOFcc7lvKQqW7EEDaZbfZCW_0Dc1HVUA3Od4im70qHLkOwLkkIUZKtI3kAH27y_r6Nti9JDNufIrk6Y8iKdt8MoCp1c-HgB1g1T4LKrxhghHwu1h778ChgbcP1nQWSWGW2r0-yc97JsQ3WMU/s320/man-his-collie-dog-meadow-long-haired-63933935.webp" width="320" /></a></div>Greetings, fellow poetry fans! Here at the <a href="https://www.chq.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/06/2023_grid_061923.pdf" target="_blank">Chautauqua Institution</a>, which I call a "faith-flavored culture camp for adults," there's too much going on for a lengthy post, so I'm putting up an Instadraft™ and promising no kind of commenting this weekend as I reenter real life from this rarefied atmosphere. Thanks to a guy I know from home with whom I had coffee here and who gave me this poem--a dog poem of all things!</span><p><b style="font-family: georgia;">Dog Talk</b></p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><br />Despite the surgery,<br />she grew weaker<br />and I grew stronger:<br />five times a day and night<br />I picked up that crippled old collie,<br />love of our lives,<br />the one I hear folks<br />calling a fur baby,<br />and carried her outside<br />to do her business.<br /><br />For 9 months, like a father<br />holds and diapers a baby,<br />over and over<br />I carried all 70 pounds of her<br />down the narrow stairs,<br />across the porch and down<br />the wide stairs to the lawn<br />and back up when she was done.<br /><br />Not long after she left us,<br />Valora came to me in the night,<br />speaking in her collie voice,</b></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>telling me how now<br />I'd have to go to the gym<br />to stay so strong.</b></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Instadraft™ © HM 2023</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Thanks to the tremendously creative Linda at <a href="https://awordedgewiselindamitchell.blogspot.com/2023/07/cluster-poems-for-enough.html" target="_blank">A Word Edgewise</a> for hosting us this week!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></div></div>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-11219266396208874222023-07-07T06:42:00.007-04:002023-07-07T06:58:04.167-04:00sudoku (the numbers must remain single) <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin2Q1e2X7MsAvxDKdtIasA--_8lh7v9SaWDQ3YTLKix9yJ4GM5bAuNh10tSWnDnTvILLlQkGqRP1147GXEXHen2zZq-Uo_KaX0_BIq3tooVy7FA0T6hxx9c51I4BB4nykGz-IhzrlXUirQIJsTHMTTZuzhQ7DFyeSkC4xfCxDeqbjuham_rC0vuE2L_sQ/s353/afirwksudoku.PNG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="353" data-original-width="353" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin2Q1e2X7MsAvxDKdtIasA--_8lh7v9SaWDQ3YTLKix9yJ4GM5bAuNh10tSWnDnTvILLlQkGqRP1147GXEXHen2zZq-Uo_KaX0_BIq3tooVy7FA0T6hxx9c51I4BB4nykGz-IhzrlXUirQIJsTHMTTZuzhQ7DFyeSkC4xfCxDeqbjuham_rC0vuE2L_sQ/w229-h229/afirwksudoku.PNG" width="229" /></a></div>Greetings, all, and I hope you had a sparkling* <b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Interdependence Day. </span></b>I have unilaterally decided that we Americans have taken the idea of Independence too far in an ugly direction, and that <b><span style="color: #20124d;">Interdependence</span></b> is a lot more realistic and useful an ideal to celebrate. <a href="https://youtu.be/3EKAxQbYA9U" target="_blank">Join my movement! (video diversion)</a><p></p><p>It's the first Friday of the month and time for an Inklings challenge. I was so taken with Mary Lee's sudoku poem post last month that I passed the challenge on to all of us: "SUDOKU POEM! YES! Make yourself a grid at least 4x4. Reread <a href="https://ayearofreading.org/2023/06/01/poetry-friday-no-vacancy/">Mary Lee’s sudoku poem post from June 1</a> for information and inspiration and create your own sudoku poem. If you need help with word choice, you could use some of the words in the poem <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/40877/numbers-56d21ecff2141">“Numbers” by Mary Cornish.</a>"</p><p>I myself was very interested in the way the numeric content of a traditional sudoku puzzle could translate into words, so I offered the Mary Cornish poem as a starting point, but I don't think any of us used it, not even me! But I did find out that the name of the puzzle originates in the year 2000 and is from the Japanese, short for <i>sūji wa dokushin ni kagiru</i> "the numbers must remain single" (or "the digits can occur only once"). These words, along with the syllables <i>su, do </i>and <i>ku,</i> show up in my 5x5 grid poem below, which is homage to and curse against <a href="https://www.treehugger.com/invasion-of-the-kudzu-monsters-4868778" target="_blank">kudzu.</a></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6ZkjJajVzv8Ec04qIxj6BOgG8VWVdePijIq770XRtZz8nMUbIMNoCwIFf8jZ4-c97fk58svL3hWHNLSyPqlrS3tbXR1-egoBO2OgeZchggazYIqUYD13dFWdW3J-yg8wJR6AwH0YvtT_OM5FVYMg16-OT3nvB1QH7XXbxTF6P3tMosWtUhHcMfSx2xc/s778/kudzu%20sudoku.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="724" data-original-width="778" height="596" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6ZkjJajVzv8Ec04qIxj6BOgG8VWVdePijIq770XRtZz8nMUbIMNoCwIFf8jZ4-c97fk58svL3hWHNLSyPqlrS3tbXR1-egoBO2OgeZchggazYIqUYD13dFWdW3J-yg8wJR6AwH0YvtT_OM5FVYMg16-OT3nvB1QH7XXbxTF6P3tMosWtUhHcMfSx2xc/w640-h596/kudzu%20sudoku.PNG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>See, kudzu is that ugly version of independence in vine form--it just runs up and over everything else, unsubtly and selfishly "maximizing its photosynthetic productivity, by making sure its leaves have optimal exposure to the sun — even if it means smothering other plants in a kind of structural parasitism." It can grow a foot in one day. </p><p>But also, you can eat it! I think our task here is clear, people.</p><p>Go see what my fellow Inklings have come up with, and thanks to our host for today, <a href="https://www.marcieatkins.com/2023/07/06/poetry-friday-roundup-and-the-sealey-challenge/" target="_blank">Marcie Flinchum Atkins</a>, for rounding us up. I'm off to Chautauqua with my folks for a week and plan to do a SHEDLOAD of writing and submitting....send focus my way!</p><p>*Speaking of fireworks: my Pride Poem was posted on June 21 and you can scroll down and <a href="https://www.pridepoems.com/">see the video here</a>. It's called "Federal Hill 4th of July".</p><p><br /></p><span style="font-size: large;">Catherine @ <a href="https://readingtothecore.com/">Reading to the Core</a><br />Mary Lee Hahn @ <a href="https://ayearofreading.org/">A(nother) Year of Reading</a><br />Molly Hogan @ <a href="https://nixthecomfortzone.com/">Nix the Comfort Zone</a><br />Linda Mitchell @ <a href="https://awordedgewiselindamitchell.blogspot.com/2021/09/poems-to-explain-form-inkling-october.html">A Word Edgewise</a><br />Margaret Simon @ <a href="https://reflectionsontheteche.com/">Reflections on the Teche</a></span><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-16715741399356280132023-06-30T07:43:00.003-04:002023-06-30T07:48:09.268-04:00haze and heat - happy summer!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCl0DxxFT3noD-Vt1Ih22cceGln6_INgL6WwnhmwrKoAyJAG9h27x8-DL1VNZicKcsKo6Om16kT-bpAeYmx40IWJShcnxd6jphytkg122l157iu7T5_XW7ucsE7AxxaiWuVylBDFj_7KS55cEtyASnLFnKRMg-KrDn7f9K9zMzms5Wp_QyqG-XVjp4Tnc/s596/Capture.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="440" data-original-width="596" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCl0DxxFT3noD-Vt1Ih22cceGln6_INgL6WwnhmwrKoAyJAG9h27x8-DL1VNZicKcsKo6Om16kT-bpAeYmx40IWJShcnxd6jphytkg122l157iu7T5_XW7ucsE7AxxaiWuVylBDFj_7KS55cEtyASnLFnKRMg-KrDn7f9K9zMzms5Wp_QyqG-XVjp4Tnc/s320/Capture.PNG" width="320" /></a></div>Greetings, Poetry Friday friends! If you need a primer on what Poetry Friday is and why some of us have been showing up to it for 15 years (even after shorter and longer hiatuses. hiati? hiatusi?), you can read more <span style="font-family: inherit;">here at Renee LaTulippe's </span>blog, <a href="http://www.nowaterriver.com/what-in-the-world-is-poetry-friday/">No Water River</a>, and here is an article Susan Thomsen wrote for the <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/children/article/179694">Poetry Foundation</a>.<br /><br />I've just had a brief hiatus of my own, in part due to my attendance at the extremely informative and promising <a href="https://www.highlightsfoundation.org/workshop/writing-for-the-educational-market/">Writing for the Educational Market workshop</a> at the Highlights Foundation last week. As I embark on this newish project of writing on assignment, let me give a shout-out to the workshop leaders--Paula Morrow, Jan Fields, Sandra Athans and Rona Shirdan--and to my fellow participants for an extended party of a very refreshing kind!<br /><br />Those who know me won't be surprised that I'd like to contribute climate- and environment-related texts to the educational market. I wrote the poem below as a sample, sitting inside this week instead of outside on my porch as I prefer, to avoid the hanging haze of Canadian wildfire smoke full of particulate matter, or PM2.5 – a tiny but dangerous pollutant that, when inhaled, can travel deep into lung tissue and enter the bloodstream, according to the <a href="https://www.cdc.gov/air/particulate_matter.html">US Centers for Disease Control and Prevention</a>. <br /><br />It's not the SAME as the blanket of greenhouse gases that's causing so much havoc in our climate, but boy, is this a visible, uncomfortable, concrete reminder that climate warming is all around all of us. This has big immediate consequences, like preschool summer camp having to be INSIDE!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG_5J-ULTelkqKaNwvmxZ4m540MrgmWgc_W56MaYn3ED6wTdHpc0QHx9Ykaovh4lgig9CSfOC0YqbDIPPHouhXz36VThsByzRNmYqHJzlZC3HsRqYDw8gToQDO4HjFgw7M6KNxsK_3r43eHSIXy5EC109oB0jLF4_D5EHOU8wKN0XNhKpamIRo8LsegB8/s480/fevers.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="409" data-original-width="480" height="341" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG_5J-ULTelkqKaNwvmxZ4m540MrgmWgc_W56MaYn3ED6wTdHpc0QHx9Ykaovh4lgig9CSfOC0YqbDIPPHouhXz36VThsByzRNmYqHJzlZC3HsRqYDw8gToQDO4HjFgw7M6KNxsK_3r43eHSIXy5EC109oB0jLF4_D5EHOU8wKN0XNhKpamIRo8LsegB8/w400-h341/fevers.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I did <i>not </i>write this with the Poetry Sisters' monthly challenge in mind, to consider this quote:<br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">“If grief can be a doorway to love, then let us weep for the world we are breaking apart so we can love it back to wholeness again.”<br /> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Robin Wall Kimmerer in BRAIDING SWEETGRASS</span><br /><br />But my poem does seek to carry kids through a doorway, from a familiar personal pain to a mind-bogglingly global pain, and from personal healing to global healing.<div><br /></div><div>In other news, I must remark upon the joyful fact that this week, after years of imagining a scenario in which I get to teach poetry workshops as My Job, I taught the first two classes of <a href="https://www.whispershoutwritingworkshop.net/summer-at-the-studio">Summer @ The Studio!</a> Now <i>there's</i> a good reason for fireworks! Happy Independence Day, friends, and let there be liberty and justice for ALL.</div><div><br /><br /></div>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-23852698598146902052023-06-02T07:08:00.003-04:002023-06-02T08:17:05.902-04:00turquoise inklings + happy pride!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Ata1Z4gMrM1aKQhYZdjT9NASky0Hw3OKoCuikkwLUf19hLi0DUKnUd1LEk8ngeNkwplixCvEc87qAtonyG0LzxJSWlHlAyaADZBooYyE3u7T5w1f7b8_-Q6Muexo31SzCtZ-dX4lVXYMOZTd3ISRe7-Cjn6L2mY6EaM-pxDSkQp988d7yC5mbPO3/s1897/ppo.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="535" data-original-width="1897" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Ata1Z4gMrM1aKQhYZdjT9NASky0Hw3OKoCuikkwLUf19hLi0DUKnUd1LEk8ngeNkwplixCvEc87qAtonyG0LzxJSWlHlAyaADZBooYyE3u7T5w1f7b8_-Q6Muexo31SzCtZ-dX4lVXYMOZTd3ISRe7-Cjn6L2mY6EaM-pxDSkQp988d7yC5mbPO3/w640-h181/ppo.PNG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Greetings, PF People! It's June and that means Pride Month in the US and in much of the world (but let's spare a thought for <a href="https://www.npr.org/2023/05/29/1178718092/uganda-anti-gay-law" target="_blank">LGBTQ folks of Uganda</a>). I had the pleasure of kicking off the month by participating in my first public reading in a very long time last night, with 4 other queer poets who all have poem-videos that will appear one by one throughout June at <a href="http://PridePoems.com">PridePoems.com</a>. The very first video is from Ishanee Chanda, whom I met last night--she had a certain offhand, subtle style that jumped up and grabbed you when you weren't expecting it, a great reading! My poem will appear on June 21st--don't worry, I'll remind you.<p></p><p>Typing the title above has reminded me of something from my ur-memory: that for a period, probably in 9th grade, I wrote exclusively with a cartridge fountain pen full of turquoise ink. I believe that's also when I figured out handwriting finally--getting it even and regular came slow to me and it only happened when teachers stopped fussing at me about the Palmer Method.</p><p>I'm thinking about these things because our Inklings Challenge on this first Friday of June is to write a color poem, thanks to Molly, who<span style="font-family: inherit;"> says, "I’m always startled by the dazzle of color that arrives in spring after months and months of blues and whites and greys. This month I’m inviting you to write a color poem." She kept it broad with a just a couple of examples, and I'm going with this poem about something else that came slow to me--although the fountain pen might suggest otherwise.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> <b><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span><b><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-size: medium;">I Finally Choose a Favorite Color</span></b></span></p><blockquote><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><br />Turquoise, you persist, you win,<br />and I shake your hand.<br /><br />You are slick and solid<br />with sharp enamel edges,<br />which shocks me.<br /><br />You smell like sky upside down water.<br />Next to my ear you breathe<br />a Mediterranean sound<br /><br />of cavewave, squid and pebbles.<br />When I open my mouth for a taste,<br />I find you are liquid, tart,<br /><br />which slakes me.<br />Returning you to you,<br />you reshape yourself, no longer<br /><br />a tile of middling blue but a bowl,<br />a curved mirror<br />exactly the size of my face.</b></span></blockquote><p><br /></p><p>You can find this poem <a href="http://linesandstars.com/spring-2021/heidi-mordhorst/i-finally-choose-a-favorite-color" target="_blank">published at Lines + Stars Journal</a>. Let's go see if anyone else had trouble committing to a favorite color (I was 34 years old and had married two people before I married turquoise; there were just so many other great choices!)</p><span style="font-size: medium;">Catherine @ <a href="https://readingtothecore.com/">Reading to the Core</a><br />Mary Lee Hahn @ <a href="https://ayearofreading.org/">A(nother) Year of Reading</a><br />Molly Hogan @ <a href="https://nixthecomfortzone.com/">Nix the Comfort Zone</a><br />Linda Mitchell @ <a href="https://awordedgewiselindamitchell.blogspot.com/2021/09/poems-to-explain-form-inkling-october.html">A Word Edgewise</a><br />Margaret Simon @ <a href="https://reflectionsontheteche.com/">Reflections on the Teche</a></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Thanking our host today, <a href="https://missrumphiuseffect.blogspot.com/2023/06/poetry-friday-is-here.html" target="_blank">Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect</a>, and leaving you with the opportunity to enjoy KIDS' POEMS every week at...</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.whispershoutwritingworkshop.net/whispershout-magazine-poetry-by-kids-ages-412" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="344" data-original-width="724" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNoouWy1hcRIZN05IJ6KVk92XGM1OB_bv1zJG3bYp_G40-X-_zOg2kQ-tTtIuAWUonR8707ZmFWj0xbD0oSM_ZOKl6-ahHcwm1ZKqv69MxWq9Zmqy-S8OguBiAilJIoDnXA6yg7TG17Fb64YlfGFOv_QxRobaENTxwnC0aNazGuEx972eVL1PJ5R6E/w400-h190/image.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p><br /></p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></div>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-64684757895142075772023-05-26T06:59:00.000-04:002023-05-26T06:59:09.402-04:00a ghazal for the youngest among us<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-kXV9BjatVVR-ajaPVE9T-b7nSACLFZdYCMCdbapKM_wFPbmvCHAXzqsa7Fw68EzQ4gRYtCoCTZx7UdWSzEZTsxUD6zHrCw3PXtZW8KEffjjN9KOu-oDxVBsM_YvfzkhYzczIWzG7VAOF33IQ1YPvID9adTPhAv-SZvtYm4caZSV3YsZFlipg8HH/s612/istockphoto-133835174-612x612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="408" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-kXV9BjatVVR-ajaPVE9T-b7nSACLFZdYCMCdbapKM_wFPbmvCHAXzqsa7Fw68EzQ4gRYtCoCTZx7UdWSzEZTsxUD6zHrCw3PXtZW8KEffjjN9KOu-oDxVBsM_YvfzkhYzczIWzG7VAOF33IQ1YPvID9adTPhAv-SZvtYm4caZSV3YsZFlipg8HH/w137-h207/istockphoto-133835174-612x612.jpg" width="137" /></a></div>Greetings, Poetry Friday Fans! I missed last week and look forward to making some rounds this long weekend. It being the last Friday of the month, the Seven Poetry Sisters are sharing their challenge, which is simply to write a ghazal. Ha.<p></p><p>I've tackled this challenge <a href="https://myjuicylittleuniverse.blogspot.com/2021/09/whoa-nelly-poetry-friday-is-here.html">before with the Inklings critique group</a> and it was challenging indeed, but I came up with something that I was proud of (and which therefore is redacted from the post so I can submit it elsewhere). But luckily for busy me, I found another attempt in my notes which also looks pretty good. It even touches on the Sisters' theme of transformation.</p><p>So here, in cheater-pants fashion because I have a MANUSCRIPT to finish, is a ghazal I wrote during the last trying days of PreK before the COVID-19 shutdown. The group of kids I had were unlike any group of 4's I've known, and in a way, the break in the routine of distress behavior and the switch to online school was a good thing. It certainly saved my psychological bacon!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHL9cG9WRcf2CWNcHw1NHy8E1mSW90KWFYxJNe4ttGF0oZl_O-Evp93iOhbwfCLvi575mCkQ6T45TnMG61ORqSdMWabBDgQ7vYT5VUDJ6Q_Dp7dd2BSxl-wNIS1CarV-le10OjdNB_GR1r8ncICOjB2lmpdx3kUfv4YOQKWJbmab1Gv90L1n5pQhrN/s696/BeyondBandaid.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="696" data-original-width="415" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHL9cG9WRcf2CWNcHw1NHy8E1mSW90KWFYxJNe4ttGF0oZl_O-Evp93iOhbwfCLvi575mCkQ6T45TnMG61ORqSdMWabBDgQ7vYT5VUDJ6Q_Dp7dd2BSxl-wNIS1CarV-le10OjdNB_GR1r8ncICOjB2lmpdx3kUfv4YOQKWJbmab1Gv90L1n5pQhrN/w382-h640/BeyondBandaid.PNG" width="382" /></a></div><br /><p>And how are you doing with that, folks? I'm realizing that this might be at the heart of what we keep calling "self-care"--not to take care of ourselves <i>in addition to</i> everything else we are doing and which leads to the distress in the first place, but to ASK FOR WHAT WE NEED, giving others the responsibility and the opportunity to carry some of the load in a way that actually helps. (As a teacher, for me that's never treats in my mailbox but a note acknowledging something hard or helpful that I'm doing.)</p><p>Ghazal-wise, this poem doesn't exactly follow the rules. Each stanza is not <a href="https://poets.org/glossary/ghazal">"</a><a href="https://poets.org/glossary/ghazal">structurally, thematically, and emotionally autonomous,"</a> and I did get a little carried away with the rhyme scheme...but I'm sticking with this beyond-the-bandaid poem.<br /><br />Thanks to our host today, <a href="https://patriciajfranz.com/an-anniversary-cento/">Patricia at Reverie</a>--go guzzle all the ghazals!</p>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-26426099418383224152023-05-12T07:15:00.001-04:002023-05-12T07:24:15.371-04:00extra sensory perception<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOxF3vSn1dHMAfNPh5aSOh1XYoTr0f8KtfoRRmGwwrmEPGZrNoE0iYPy4Xtt6SxQpsAnqHkFmSwzvxg752-Oul5Y5_c6IGJLXOk-UwvBj7gjx_sdgaz_KzMQCgTCn_1AVzHD3OzhIDFyCOVD3032sVwIFgczPtcHgy2wQwORsHPOb8fNtmS406ei-q/s325/GUEST_306eb4a4-8046-4c0a-a584-d73a9638df88.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="325" data-original-width="325" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOxF3vSn1dHMAfNPh5aSOh1XYoTr0f8KtfoRRmGwwrmEPGZrNoE0iYPy4Xtt6SxQpsAnqHkFmSwzvxg752-Oul5Y5_c6IGJLXOk-UwvBj7gjx_sdgaz_KzMQCgTCn_1AVzHD3OzhIDFyCOVD3032sVwIFgczPtcHgy2wQwORsHPOb8fNtmS406ei-q/w187-h187/GUEST_306eb4a4-8046-4c0a-a584-d73a9638df88.jpg" width="187" /></a></div><br />Greetings, Poetry People! You know how your TBR stack (physical or virtual) gets so deep you've forgotten what's in it? I went casting around in Audible to see what I had available to read and found AN IMMENSE WORLD by Ed Yong, a book about how animals have sensory <a href="https://www.npr.org/2022/06/21/1105793891/ed-yong-an-immense-world-animal-senses" target="_blank">"umwelten"</a> that humans have, essentially, only just begun to think of understanding.<p></p><p>This coincides with the arrival home of my college-aged son, who is now a bio/psych major instead of a psych/bio major and who knows just an avalanche of fascinating facts about animal and mycological life. This is a kid whose phone contains, among the various culture memes and plenty of music, a graphic of the life cycle of slime molds, which he describe as like a "Choose Your Own Adventure" book. (<a href="https://zarfhome.com/meanwhile/">MEANWHILE, by Jason Shiga,</a> was a seminal text in our house.)</p><p>Meanwhile, I'm trying to write a poem a day this month using quotes and phrases overheard and overread as starting points. Here's the first inspired by AN IMMENSE WORLD:</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigCBqBw_f50Pzy33GCU6JOZxLo3a0CLb6S5UWfX42Unj6WyPIVCudj8utxPySuQ8x5bp-L-p3r6Z0q_URyUTCEFKhx5jsUhoofxIQ_iko2_7Jg1weg2L_Z6WTg4q9EafvD4cgtLBDWiObv3vT_qFkav-Koo4ijBXc34F4cAI09aCM4_TYaiTQd8e-s/s755/bat%20to%20be%20a%20bat.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="476" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigCBqBw_f50Pzy33GCU6JOZxLo3a0CLb6S5UWfX42Unj6WyPIVCudj8utxPySuQ8x5bp-L-p3r6Z0q_URyUTCEFKhx5jsUhoofxIQ_iko2_7Jg1weg2L_Z6WTg4q9EafvD4cgtLBDWiObv3vT_qFkav-Koo4ijBXc34F4cAI09aCM4_TYaiTQd8e-s/w404-h640/bat%20to%20be%20a%20bat.PNG" width="404" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><p>Thanks to our host today, dear Robyn over at <a href="http://www.robynhoodblack.com/blog/posts/42722" target="_blank">Life on the Deckle Edge</a>! Bonus Mother's Day photo: me, my mom, my daughter.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGiliNtjO1VbW-IPvF-Fy9uqpVfrNMqr_HejDm-wTXXm-IaDDWijIVYkkm_fjtVrtt1ygI_ZuZYjKuvWyYAGA9kjvrNc2iOrWFZhf0BlQvLca-DuTmFY1MHoziXw2aXMKv-HwM7ybQEGep5wgqu-p-VBPyT4BIXRWdQ5Cj8BlqYAKJg4gBQIMARrLX/s699/3genbeach2.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="699" data-original-width="471" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGiliNtjO1VbW-IPvF-Fy9uqpVfrNMqr_HejDm-wTXXm-IaDDWijIVYkkm_fjtVrtt1ygI_ZuZYjKuvWyYAGA9kjvrNc2iOrWFZhf0BlQvLca-DuTmFY1MHoziXw2aXMKv-HwM7ybQEGep5wgqu-p-VBPyT4BIXRWdQ5Cj8BlqYAKJg4gBQIMARrLX/w270-h400/3genbeach2.PNG" width="270" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rehoboth Beach, Nov. 2015</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><p>Bonus music connection for anyone still reading: "Senses Working Overtime" by XTC.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/NrcemZpOmpI" width="320" youtube-src-id="NrcemZpOmpI"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.com12