Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Guest Post at Metre Maids

I wrote about celebrating National Poetry Month locally over at Metre Maids featuring the PoemCity'13 event in Montpelier, Vermont. Take a look and comment if so inclined! Thanks to E. K. Anderson for inviting me to post.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

The "Sometimes Single Mom" Situation at The Broad Side

Sparked by an article at The Broad Side on being a "sometimes single mom" and the Michelle Obama video, I wrote an article in response on the site.

From the article:

"The term ‘sometimes single mom’ is inaccurate. 
Single moms don’t say, “I’m a sometimes single mom.” True, some have the support of their exes, financially or otherwise, but many just do not. They are actually a single parent in the true sense of the word. They are responsible for a child or children they are raising alone. It seems as if those who call themselves ‘sometimes single moms’ are usually the ones who are actually married with a husband who is sometimes there."

Thanks again to The Broad Side for posting it! Read, enjoy and share your thoughts on the post, if so inclined.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

PoemCity'13 Poem Displayed at Chill Vermont Gelato, Montpelier, Vermont

Here is the poem that is displayed in PoemCity'13 at Chill Vermont Gelato in Montpelier, Vermont. PoemCity2013 (previously PoetryAlive!) has been happening every April for the past three years in celebration of National Poetry Month in conjunction with the Kellogg-Hubbard Library, Vermont College of Fine Arts, Montpelier Alive and several other local businesses.

There are exhibits, a full text display of nearly 200 poets throughout town at various stores, readings, workshops and poetry related events the entire month of April. All events are open to the public and free of charge.
Find out more about PoemCity/MontpelierAlive! here and be sure to check out their blog.

To see the poem from last year, "The Last Pregnancy," go here

Read the text below.

About the Jewelry-

On receiving a box of my Grandmother’s jewelry a year after her death

I sold your rings.
I hope you aren’t too bothered by that
Or the fact that it was mere days
Before your birthday.
But, what was I going to do
With fifteen different rings?
And grandiose ones at that.
I did, however, keep
Four of them-
Simple, unobtrusive, small things.
Our style was never quite the same.
You might be surprised
I still have your Peridot ring
Given to you by your black-sheep uncle
When you were thirteen,
Passed on to my mother,
Then to me,
To my own daughter eventually.
It’s still in the same setting
As far as I know,
But needs a good cleaning.
I wore that for years.
You never knew.

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