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Strong Verse   Leave a comment

CREAM OF WHEAT, BOYS PLAYING FOOTBALL

Image by George Eastman House via Flickr

Strong Verse is an online journal founded by Orson Scott Card, which makes it just that much more awesome that the accepted a piece of mine this year. Ender’s Game was huge for me, many moons ago.

This poem, “Sending the Boys Out to Play”, reflects not on my own childhood, but that of my two sons. There’s eight years between the two of them, the products of two separate marriages, but the age difference has only rarely caused a problem, with the younger toddling after the older, deleting saved files on the Wii, limiting what the older can watch and play when the younger is up. My oldest is, however, extremely patient, and I have the benefit  of an extra pair of hands, another set of eyes, that I can trust. Single motherhood is never easy, you take your blessings where you can.

This doesn’t mean, however, that you don’t still worry a bit when sending them out to play.

All three of my children, my sons and my daughter, have enhanced my life, and my writing, in ways I could have never fathomed. I am always pleased to share a poem or two with the world influenced by these amazing little people. Thanks guys. You are my sun, moon, and star shine.

 

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Day 3   Leave a comment

Plate with various land slugs

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Today’s word is torpid, because sluggish is how I feel after running five kids every which a way after work. You’ve got to be so fast, when you finally get to slow down, the hurt catches up to you.

To be honest, it was like pulling teeth just to keep my head up long enough to write a poem. Meh. The novel and short story can wait another day. Or two. Still 27 days left in the month, no?

Wilderness House Literary Review   Leave a comment

http://www.whlreview.com/no-5.2/poetry/HelenPeterson.pdf

Wilderness House, which has published me twice now, is the feature today. These two poems, “Mother Cynic” and “Making Aunt Gracie’s Potato Salad”  both explore family in unique ways. Yesterday’s poem, “To the Mother of all Mothers”, took on a humorous view of motherhood, “Mother Cynic” as its name implies takes a darker view. Perfect for today, as my oldest got on the bus this morning for a new school, and did NOT want me to come to the bus stop with him. (He’s in 7th grade now, so I get it, but still…) fortunately, next week, my second will start preschool, and will definitely want me there so it covers the hole left by the tween. And it’s the up and down, the balancing act that is motherhood, that “Mother Cynic” is framed around.

The second poem, “Making Aunt Gracie’s Potato Salad”, is a poem written as a recipe, mapping the life of “Aunt Gracie”. The name came not from an aunt, but from my great-grandmother, Granny Gracie, who made biscuits, not potato salad. I just happened to be making potato salad that day, so it was a mix of the true and the not quite true. Emily Dickinson once said “tell the tale, but tell it slant.”, and that’s just what I did.

Food and family make great inspirations. Today, write about the food that means family to you, and share a slice here.

Lit Up   Leave a comment

http://litupmagazine.wordpress.com/new/

Lit Up is an awesome online journal that has published a few things of mine, most recently a poem entitled “To the Mother of All Mothers”  I wrote it for a Christmas card, and they published it in the summer time, which was pretty ballsy on their part.

I wanted to do something humorous for Christmas, and not just do the whole sentimental thing as in years past. I’ve always liked writing poems to stick into birthday cards, Christmas cards, shower cards, you get te idea. It makes me really think about the person I’m gifting, and turns a generic Christmas card into a personal gift of joy. Which, after all, is what Christmas is all about.

I have three kids, ages 2, 4, and 12. So I know a thing or two about how children not free from sin behave, and imagined how nice it must have been to bring up Jesus. Typing this now, I begin to wonder how Mary and Joseph dealt with their other children after Jesus. I may just have to write about that. Hmmm……

Today, think about the people in your life who could really use a card from you. Someone you’re thankful for, or who is having a birthday, or is unwell. Why not write a poem or a short story for them to stick in the card?