It is truly a RED letter day! I have had two poems accepted for publication in a new Ottawa women's literary mag! One in the April issue and the other later in the year. I am over the moon!
cha-cha-cha!!
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
The Garbage Monologues
The treachery of
excess trash
sends man seeking dumpsters
at midnight
surreptitiously searching out fields
to camouflage the sin of
tossed green garbage bags
under cover of night.
The ordinary man
strains tired muscles
tearing boxes into acceptable sheets
corrugated cardboard
neatly tied with string.
The ordinary man,
worn down by evil smells
that lurk inside dark bins
resorts to freezing
table scraps,
foods of dubious origin
long past their best before dates,
and unsuccessful fridge experiments.
He sorts plastics based on
symbols printed on the
side of tubs and jugs,
crushes metal cans.
He hoards glass jars and bottles for
stacking in blue bins on
garbage day.
At the end of the day, the ordinary man
remains perplexed by
the need for green tags on
garbage bags and
categories of trash
unknown in grandpa’s day.
He whispers prayers
to the patron saint of trashmen
asking "Please let nothing remain
when the trash trucks have passed."
Carol A Stephen
February 27, 2007
The treachery of
excess trash
sends man seeking dumpsters
at midnight
surreptitiously searching out fields
to camouflage the sin of
tossed green garbage bags
under cover of night.
The ordinary man
strains tired muscles
tearing boxes into acceptable sheets
corrugated cardboard
neatly tied with string.
The ordinary man,
worn down by evil smells
that lurk inside dark bins
resorts to freezing
table scraps,
foods of dubious origin
long past their best before dates,
and unsuccessful fridge experiments.
He sorts plastics based on
symbols printed on the
side of tubs and jugs,
crushes metal cans.
He hoards glass jars and bottles for
stacking in blue bins on
garbage day.
At the end of the day, the ordinary man
remains perplexed by
the need for green tags on
garbage bags and
categories of trash
unknown in grandpa’s day.
He whispers prayers
to the patron saint of trashmen
asking "Please let nothing remain
when the trash trucks have passed."
Carol A Stephen
February 27, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
Who knew poetry could keep one so busy?
Well, life has been hectic, to say the least, but certainly not here on the Blog.
In addition to reading locally at Page & Turners the last Sunday of each month, I attended a Poetry Slam in Almonte, Ontario, (and participated too!) and next thing I know I am involved in organizing one for Carleton Place!
I have been writing some haiku for Byline, CAA Ottawa's newsletter, and right now am working on an article about that very subject, to appear in the next issue. I also entered the National Capital Writing Contest, so all my fingers, toes and my eyes are crossed!
Soon, July will be upon us (yes, it is true, the hot weather WILL return, I promise!) and with July will come the National Conference of CAA, right in our backyard, as Ottawa hosts this year's event. Visit the CAA website for the details; it sounds like an awesome event!
In addition to reading locally at Page & Turners the last Sunday of each month, I attended a Poetry Slam in Almonte, Ontario, (and participated too!) and next thing I know I am involved in organizing one for Carleton Place!
I have been writing some haiku for Byline, CAA Ottawa's newsletter, and right now am working on an article about that very subject, to appear in the next issue. I also entered the National Capital Writing Contest, so all my fingers, toes and my eyes are crossed!
Soon, July will be upon us (yes, it is true, the hot weather WILL return, I promise!) and with July will come the National Conference of CAA, right in our backyard, as Ottawa hosts this year's event. Visit the CAA website for the details; it sounds like an awesome event!
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Time for an update!
Well, what a dreadfully long time between posts! I have successfully completed my course, and a second one as well! Now on the third course with CFP this time. I have been doing a few more readings in Ottawa, MacDonalds Corners and Carleton Place. And, I have been writing a monthly article for our local paper on the happenings of Arts Carleton Place. Have written as much this last while as in the previous 10 years I think. And thinking seriously about a plan of attack for publishing. Friends are encouraging. I have joined a Writers' Circle and the CAA. Why did I wait so long to do these things?
Friday, March 10, 2006
Probably the least..........
least active blogger around! I don't like to talk just to see myself, so..........
Anyway, had my first poetry reading experience a couple of weeks ago, and I did not expire from fright, so will try again on Sunday. I wore a beret with ostrich plume to give me courage.
I mean, who can fail to clap for someone wearing such a silly thing? I will perhaps wear a different hat of courage this time.
CEE
Friday, January 27, 2006
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Modern Times
Jan. 24/06Never thought I would be here creating a blog. Not sure how this works exactly, but it sounds like a bit of fun, and a place to share my poetic thoughts. So, toes in the water, feels ok, diving in!
Cee Ess
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