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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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Niteblade   Leave a comment

http://www.niteblade.com/september-2010/2010/09/dreaming-in-msg/

Niteblade is an online and print journal of sci-fi, horror, and fantasy writing. They recently published my horrific poem Dreaming in MSG, based on a gastronomic nightmare. I often keep a dream journal, jotting down what I remember from the night before, and attempt to work it into my writing. This was a particularly gruesome dream, in which a dish of food transforms itself into a drowned mother rat and her unborn babies. I’m not a dream expert, but I have a feeling the dream was caused more from doubts on my own abilities as a mother, and not really about food at all, but the image was burned into my head for the whole rest of the day, until I took my notes from the morning and fashioned them into this poem.

I don’t think of myself as a genre writer, but it does seem like the things I write that do fit a particular niche, such as this poem, are easier to find a home for. The print version of Niteblade is well worth buying a copy, or subscription, with fantastic hand drawn illustrations. I highly recommend doing your part to support small presses, and ordering a copy today.

Think about your own dreams. Does one in particular stand out in your memory? Do you have a recurring dream that won’t seem to leave you alone? Take some time out of your day today to write it down.