The following poems from the August 4, 2015 Poetry Fishbowl are currently available. Poems may be sponsored via PayPal -- there's a permanent donation button on my LiveJournal profile page -- or you can write to me and discuss other methods.
There are still verses left in the linkback poem "Learning to See." Linking to this page will reveal new verses of that.
"The Brightest Thing in the Day"
Your prompt about self-harm dovetailed neatly with notes I've had for Cassandra. Past and present stresses push her into some desperate measures. Groundhog finds out -- but his reaction is very different from previous experiences she has had. Competent dispatcher is competent. I have a competence kink. Let me show you it. "The Brightest Thing in the Day" is written in free verse.
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It's over now, or at least
it's supposed to be over,
but Cassandra doesn't know
how to feel about that, except
it doesn't feel over.
She's gone through the meetings
with people for and against clipping,
from forks to concerned parents, and
even met a few other survivors like herself.
"Only in Acceptance"
This combined with several other prompts to make the free-verse poem "Only in Acceptance." Damask muse about their situation and how to improve it, thinking about what makes friendship and family work.
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We remember what family is like,
what Maisie grew up with.
We're not Maisie, but
we still want to have a family.
Your age-set prompt inspired the free-verse poem "Spinning Family." It describes the primary social connection for Northerners.
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"To Put Together a Family"
A Monster House prompt inspired the free-verse poem "To Put Together a Family." An unsympathetic home leads the nephew to seek refuge in the house on Hollow Oak Drive. Fortunately SOME people know what family is all about.
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In the coldest, darkest part of January
my nephew showed up on the porch.
In his shirtsleeves.
I pulled him into the living room
and said, "What the heck is going on?"
Continuing with Ansel's storyline, he gets into some soup issues at work, resulting in a triptych of free-verse poems. You'll see some coworker relationships and also how he deals with other soups.
"The Individual's Own Reason" shows Ansel starting to take on more cases believed to involve superpowers, which are challenging for the police to handle.
"I want you to start taking
more of the soup cases,"
Chief De Soto said to Ansel,
entirely without warning.
"What?" Ansel said, startled.
"I don't ... I mean, you know that
I'm not a real soup, right? That is,
the color change is real, but I don't
have any powers beyond that. I can
do the outreach, talk to kids like Skippy,
sure, but supervillains?" He shook
his head. "I don't know if I'm
cut out for that, Chief."
"Forgotten to Breathe" introduces some new supervillains who are making Ansel's job more difficult. He gets in over his head.
Ansel was in the middle of lunch when
Bert hollered, "There's a theft in progress
at an ATM -- patrol's already on the way
to cover that -- we're heading for where
someone spotted that blue dog to see
if we can catch whoever's behind
all these crazy-colored critters!"
Already in motion, Ansel
wolfed down the rest of his food
and scrambled for his patrol car
to follow Bert and Justin in theirs.
"When We Get the Rough Times" features Ansel and Chief De Soto discussing how the incident went and what could be done better in the future. Also Skippy is really, really serious about his role as soup mentor.
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Ansel woke to find himself
stretched out in a hospital bed
with Chief De Soto sitting beside him
reading a children's magazine.
He felt worse than that time when he had
accidentally gotten shot with a zatzer in training.
His whole body felt half-numb and prickly,
like a foot that had fallen asleep and was
just beginning to wake up and complain.
Devolving? Really? The genre that began with Mary Wallstonecraft Shelley's scathing condemnation of a protagonist who was everything society lauded and also an imbecilic dick? The genre where Gene Roddenberry cast his bridge crew with all the colors? The genre that has, basically, made a profession out of screaming "NOT THAT DOOR!" at society and occasionally giving us a Tomorrowland-esque vision of awesome the future could be if humanity would only pull its head out of its ass?
Shut. The fuck. Up.
Participation was a little lower, with 18 people leaving prompts. None of them were new.
Read Some Poetry!
The following poems from the August 4, 2015 Poetry Fishbowl have been posted:
"A River So Long"
"The Surface Tension of Injured Souls"
"The Trees That Came for a Wedding"
"Walking with a Friend in the Dark"
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If you plan to sponsor some poetry but haven't made up your mind yet, see the unsold poetry list for August 4, 2015. That will include the title, length, price, and the original thumbnail description for the poems still available.
All currently sponsored poems from this session have been posted. There were only seven donors this time, all regulars: janetmiles, mama_kestrel, lone_cat, dialecticdreamer, LJ user Ng_moonmoth, Anthony and Shirley Barrette.
The Poetry Fishbowl project also has a permanent landing page.