While the writing has certainly slowed down to the inevitable pressure of teaching, I have still been polishing up poems, dusting off those tired pieces in hopes of sending some work out!
I am also pleased to announce that my poem, “It Started One Morning on a Bridge,” has been selected for the November issue of Naked City. This particular poem is part of a series based on my imaginary alter-ego–A 30-something professional who made some very bad decisions in her life.
As an added plus, Naked City hosts A Night in Verse, an open-mic featuring the poet of the month.
On November 17th at 7:00pm at Naked City Gallery [121 N. Mead, Suite 104], I will have the opportunity to read my poetry.
I am searching through the piles for things I want to share. Then afterward, local poets (the REAL talent) will sign up for open mic. To see the latest issue and to learn more information, visit:
http://www.nakedcitywichita.com/
Last year, another poem from the same series was printed in the August 2010 issue of Naked City: Afternoon at the Donut Whole. I thought someone might enjoy seeing it here.
Afternoon at the Donut Whole
Part I
I can see Big Ed from Hydraulic,
and I wonder why we can’t do this
at his place or mine.
I wonder if he’s ready for me to meet his mom.
Does the wattle control the sound a rooster makes,
how loud would that be if they just
put a siren in the belly?
Part II
The smells find me as soon as I swing open the door—
crisp maple bacon, peanut butter, fresh coffee beans
I want tea,
something cinnamon
that makes me feel alluring and sophisticated.
I want him to smell me and the cinnamon
and think of Christmas morning and presents.
Tea is grown up,
and I am SOOO an adult now.
Part III
I sit across the enameled face of Mr. Rogers,
stare into the eyes of my love,
my soul mate,
and I want his face to crack like a Braum’s ice cream sugar cone
in the hands of a two-year-old…
The bastard.
I will never meet his mom.
Congratulations on being the feature. I look forward to hearing your LIVE presence in your element.
The poem is a gas, great sense of smell (which is what I would have expected), the connection between cinnamon and Christmas, and the twist ending. I also like the fact that it is broken down into three parts, almost like snapshots from various visits.
You’ve got something good here.
LOVE IT! Serious hope to make it to show my support!