This week the poetry of Monster House is on sale for half-price, since the April 3, 2012 Poetry Fishbowl made the $300 goal. You can read more about this suburban fantasy series on the Serial Poetry page. Currently available are these poems:
"Running Through the House" -- what happens when all the live people get sick at once
"Stone Knives and Bearskins" -- discussion of Grandma's inventions that don't work, and why not
"Overlooked" -- in which the little old lady ghost is mistaken for something else entirely
"Nesting Season" -- a dragon gets tangled in a chain-link fence
Poetry in Star*Line
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Event Report: Earth Day
Couplets Post: "Contemporary American Women Poets"
Torn Tongue: Nouns Beginning with "U"
Read "Hide Away"
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The half-price sale of Monster House poems is now open, and will close on Sunday, April 22 (or when all the poems have sold).
Poetry in Microfunding:
"Storm Wrack" (Path of the Paladins) is a direct sequel to "Follow Your Heart" and brings Johan back into contact with Shahana and Ari. "Salt from a Dead Woman's Table" is a pirate ballad about swashbuckling adventure and revenge. "Peach Blossom Spring Village" (Kung Fu Robots) is about a robot who prefers gentler arts to combat.
Torn World writing update:
Approved as canon: "Squiggles: Excerpts from Nleimen's Journal," (fiction), "Bitter Herbs" (poetry). Back to me for edits: "Seafoam Fashions," (poetry), "Half-Leg," "Northern Game: Bola-Ball," "Dolls in the Empire" (nonfiction). Currently in front of the canon board: "Catch and Release," "Dusting Off the Green Speech," "Doing the Work," "Breaking the Ice," (fiction), "Unlicensed Dreams" "The Colors of the Rainbow," "Something Big Is Coming" "How Skycat Got Her Name" "The Unicorn Surprise" "Nutterjell," "Imalye Fotolyi" (poetry), "Wild Herbivores of the North" "Ghost Bat" (nonfiction). Drafted: "Cutting Cords and Clasping Hands," "Like Ash Before the Wind," "From Dark to Bright," "Beached Fish," (fiction). In revision at home: "Water Dance," "When the Wind's Teeth Sing," "The Bones of Need" "Raining Kittens," (fiction), "Fish of the North" (nonfiction), "Breeding the Perfect Fighter," "The Smallest Invaders" (poetry). Currently writing: "Catch of the Day," "Reaching for the Moons" "Winterheart" (fiction).
This week the weather has been chilly and damp, raining off and on. I have most of the new tree and shrub seedlings planted, and picked up a bunch of new stuff at the Earth Day plant swap.
Sometimes in the winter
when all the warm bodies
are sharing a case of the flu
it gets a little tempting
to imagine living alone,
and not having to share germs
with the monsters
under-the-bed and in-the-closet
and the bogeyman,
especially since the germs
tend to get a bit meaner after
they've gone running through the house
but then again
sometimes when our daughter
runs into the bathroom in the middle of the night
the monster in the closet drags himself
out of the linen closet to look after her
and I think, nah,
I wouldn't trade this for the world.
This poem came out of the October 4, 2011 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from ariestess. It has been sponsored by rix_scaedu. You can read more about the Monster House series on the Serial Poetry page.
Once when I was playing in the yard
with the little old lady ghost watching me,
the minister and his wife walked by.
"Should you be out here alone, sweetie?"
the minister said to me.
I glanced back at the porch
where the little old lady ghost
sat on the porch swing, swaying slowly.
"I'm not," I said.
"Look, dear," said his wife,
"the little blind girl
has a guardian angel."
So they went away
without making any more of a fuss,
leaving me to my game
and the little old lady ghost --
who hasn't any wings! --
rocking on the porch swing.
see the strangest things.
This poem came out of the October 18, 2011 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from kelkyag and my_partner_doug. It has been sponsored by kelkyag. This poem belongs to the Monster House series, which you can follow through the Serial Poetry page. The title of the poem is actually a line out of the Star Trek episode "City on the Edge of Forever." You may also enjoy reading about tachyons.
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