Sunday, February 14, 2016

announcing...Cybils Poetry Award Winner 2015!

Now let's load some serious love all over the Cybils Poetry Award Winner for 2015!  Over at her Poetry for Children blog, Sylvia Vardell summarizes the process of nomination and first-round panel selections for this award.   These fine folks read widely and chose seven outstanding books as finalists.

I served as one of the 2nd round judges who studied and discussed the merits of these seven finalists in passionate detail, with guidance from Jone MacCulloch.  Now, after keeping mum for almost two weeks, Diane Mayr, Rosemary Marotta, Linda Baie, the aforementioned Laura Shovan and I can shout our choice from the tops of our blogs!  (Drum roll please....)

The 2015 Children's and Young Adult Bloggers Literary Award 
for Poetry goes to...
FLUTTER AND HUM/ALETEO Y ZUMBIDO
by Julie Paschkis
All of us judges will no doubt be sharing our personal feelings on this book, but for now, here's the official blurb:
In Flutter and Hum: Animal Poems/Aleteo y Zumbido: Poemas de Animales, Julie Paschkis adds several layers to a focused study of 14 animals. In a note, author/illustrator Pashkis explains her process. She began by writing about each animal in Spanish, then composed a fraternal twin poem in her native English.

Paschkis’s art itself is a joy, and within these pages words swirl through motifs surrounding the animals and the poems.  For example, for the poem, "Dog," the text reads "His wagging tail/fans wild happiness/into the wide world.” Paschkis embeds into the art the complementary English words bump, bounce, and abound, along with the Spanish words juego, rebote, and pronto, which mean game, rebound, and soon.   All invite the reader to make additional linguistic and visual connections. Each page is a splash of wonder.


Comments from our judges include: “The author has combined so many elements for each poem and illustration that I kept finding something new each time I looked at it.” Also: “The poems are challenging and provocative”. . . “this book MATTERS, poetically and culturally.”

Flutter & Hum
 will find a broad audience--from the youngest readers, to native Spanish speakers enjoying poems in their language, to those learning to read and speak Spanish or English. The brief, deceptively simple poems beg to be read aloud.  It is the total package: unique, unexpected and delightful.  

loaded...Found Objects Day 14

May your Valentine's Day be loaded with everything lovely, just like this baked potato...

 http://laurashovan.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/diane.jpg

which is the Found Object for Day 14 of  Laura Shovan's February Poetry Challenge.

Loaded Language

"Does this potato come with any toppings?"
"Lady, that's a loaded question."

"Whoa, that baked potato must be loaded!
Look at his white stretch limo!" 

"Get a load of Baked Potato--
she thinks she's so fancy in her cream-colored coat,
butter pat hat and her chives-and-cheese
statement necklace."

"Baked Potato's been down at Benny's Bar & Grill all night."
"Yep, he'll be heading home loaded again..." 

© Heidi Mordhorst 2016

The photo is by Diane Mayr, I believe, and I was torn--should I treat the potato as the Found Object, the poster, or strange, seemingly pointless object taped to the front of the poster?  As you can see I picked none of those and chose the LANGUAGE as the object instead.

Friday, February 12, 2016

found: some inspiration

My neighbor and fellow poet here in Maryland, Laura Shovan, celebrates her birthday month each year with a series of daily writing prompts.  She writes every day and invites anyone else so inclined to join her.  This February Laura has made a collection of intriguing found objects captured in photographs, and you can read her introduction to the project here.
 
I can almost never keep up with a poem a day in February, but I like to jump in when I can.  This week I wrote about these two found objects:
http://laurashovan.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/mayr.jpg
stone face in the wood

             
lost not found | Day 8


bold white bruin man
where your boulder feet?
where your legs,
your stone torso,
your swinging arms?

they crash on
through the forest:
white columns of motion
can’t think what they’ve lost,
lost on the way
bare gash of narrow eye
bare slash of missing mouth

–Heidi Mordhorst 2016
all rights reserved


http://laurashovan.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/Simon.jpg
lotus seed pods
anthropology | Day 10

once thought to be
an elaborately carved musical
instrument used
only on the wedding day
of a woman born under
the eleventh moon,

it is now understood to be
a deliberately culled muscular
implement used
only on the winding way
of a man burned under
the oppressive soon

context is everything

                                                                   Heidi Mordhorst 2016
                                                                                          all rights reserved 
   
And because I do profess to write for children, I had a second go at this one with that audience in mind:

Making Sense

First it’s something to see–
almost black among the greens and yellows,
scalloped around the edges like
crayon clouds or flowers,
clouds full of black hailstones–
or it’s a leopard-skin jellyfish.

Next it’s something to hold–
not weighty like a microphone
or a metal shower head,
but light and hollow, not plastic
and not wood, part smooth
and part ridged and rumpled.

Now it’s something to hear–
take it by the curving handle oh!
is that a stem? and shake, shake
shake–those blackish beads or
beans or oh! they’re seeds!
they make a marvelous rattling!

~Heidi Mordhorst 2016
all rights reserved

And now, for Day 12, we have this "found object:"

snow moon full cream

http://laurashovan.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/buffy.jpg
when somewhere
    water bound in ice
under the crust of the moon
when someday
    water breaks from ice
up to the dust of the moon
it mounds to this:
    canyons and craters
soft peaks of moon rock
     swirling and moist   
seas of
     clouds of vapor
     islands of nectar
oceans of
      sweet serenity
      tranquil fecundity
snow moon full cream
deep space

Heidi Mordhorst 2016
all rights reserved

It's rather freeing to just jump in, write it down, click it out...and interesting to see what comes of writing late when half asleep!  You can enjoy lots more poems (and some prose) about these found objects over at Laura's new blog, and I'll be giving her a break by hosting the project on Day 15, next Monday--but not before joining in the announcement of the Cybils Poetry Award winner on Sunday (with love)!

Kimberley has the round-up today at her blog...  find your way to some poetry objects over there!






Saturday, February 6, 2016

found! day 6

Yes, I finally found my way to Laura Shovan's new website and to her February Writing Workout...and I'm excited that the prompts for daily writing are all about found objects.  Better yet, we don't even have to find our own objects...photos are provided!

So I'm jumping in to follow along as well as I'm able, starting with the Day 6 found object(s) below.


A Doll Trap

secured behind glass
                half-dressed
                     or less
doubly exposed
               glazed
        they gaze out
 lean  reaching     toward
        freedom

one does more than yearn
       raises her
                      chubby arm
to crack that glass       again
                                  again
                dolly hai-ya

she will be
          free
      will walk  among
     walls    and    rock
        follow    plastic paths
                   to new clothes
  new scenes

~HM 2016
all rights reserved

         

Friday, February 5, 2016

faith and email


There's so much in my life that goes better if planned.  That includes teaching, of course--if I walk in without having thought through what we're doing, how and with what materials and on what microschedule, it's bound to be a bit of a train wreck... except when I wing it and glorious teachable moments unfold.  (These are almost never quite in line with the prescribed curriculum.  Hmmmm.)

And family activities and obligations:  it's good that I enjoy the role of scheduling secretary, because even with an ordinary four of us, someone really does need to keep track of it all, BOTH electronically and on paper, in order for everyone to get where they're expected on time.

But this blog is one place where pinning things down isn't necessary.  Some weeks I know what I'll write, come late Thursday or early Friday, and it develops amid the mundane tasks all week.  Other weeks I have no idea what I'll feel like writing until I sit down to type, and I've learned that usually works too.  Here's a bit more evidence that I can take faith in the laissez-faire, low-effort approach, found in my Inbox this morning:


INSTRUCTIONS | dmmg

hello the document is here
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d=sharing
if you press print 
you get to this new window 
and then you press
"current sheet" as well as "fit to width"
and then print
and then it takes you to a new window
and you should know this part
i need it on two separate pieces of paper 
(aka not back to back)
thank you so much 
<3

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Yes, this poem came to me almost exactly this way--I only deactivated the link and put in one extra line break...et voila.  In the comments, friends, I invite you (perhaps with reference to my long consideration of the art of language and novels-in-verse a couple of weeks ago) to remark on whether you also find a poem here and precisely why.  That should make for an interesting discussion--one that I could PLAN to round up next Friday!

Thanks to Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect for hosting today.  Wing on over there to see what gloriously unfolds.