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On the November 17, 2022 post, I featured an interview with Rebecca Brock, author of Each Bearing Out. She graciously sent me two poems to share. One was shared during that post and today, I'm sharing her other poem.
Originally appeared online at Mom Egg Review, December 2020 Good Housekeeping She keeps trying to get her house in order pretending with the rest of them that the sun won’t melt the earth, that the seas won’t burn, that the land won’t disappear under water or ice or our own triggered destruction. She keeps going back to the dishes, to the meals, to washing the clothes, to worrying over the state of the carpet which is funny in a sad way if you knew the state of her house-- the way the windows leak, the way the doors have to be snugged closed, the way they blow open anyway, with the slightest wind, the cracks in the ceiling from settling or moisture or just poor craftsmanship. She still decorates for holidays, she still worries over the tidiness of things, the nutrition of meals, the state of the bathroom—of the toilet-- under assault by the misdirection and lack of attention of three males in one small house. She is like some mad woman straightening a frame during an earthquake, righting a vase after a hurricane took off the roof. She sees it is the season to behave so, to live beside, within madness-- to mother through it. It is despair pushed off to vacuum anyway, to make a decent meal, to require everyone to sit. She is hoping the children won’t notice or remember the windows, the carpets—the way the door won’t shut. She is desperate for their happiness for their solidity, for them to make it to some new place she never will. This poem really caught my eye. Plus happy news, Rebecca has recently found out she is a Pushcart Poetry Award nominee for two other poems The Poeming Pigeon Launch Party Via Zoom, December 10
On November 12, The Poeming Pigeon held an online launch party for Issue 12. The video for that event is now posted and can be found HERE or below.
There was to be an in person event on November 13 but it needed to be rescheduled and moved to Zoom. While I was excited to present in person, I can now have my friends in other time zones attend via Zoom. You must register to attend. Hope to see you next month for our December 10th show for Part 2 of our launch of The Poeming Pigeon. You can register for event HERE  Graphic Design by Amber Fleek
Ruth at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town has our Poetry Friday Round-Up today.
This month the Poetry Sisters, Tricia @ The Miss Rumphius Effect Tanita @ {fiction, instead of lies} Sara @ Read Write Believe Laura @ Laura Purdie Salas Liz @ Liz Garton Scanlon Kelly @ Kelly Ramsdell Andi @ A Wrung Sponge came up with a challenge to write recipe poems. On Thanksgiving Day, Silver Birch Press featured, A Day's Journey, Thanksgiving 1960. This poem is a revision of one I have worked on for many years. Plus, they included an art piece that goes with the poem. Last Friday, I tried recipe poems with the fifth grade class I subbed in on November 18, 2022. 
To celebrate and share the release of What Is A Friend? by Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong, I decided that we would write "How To Have a Friend" poems, recipe poems when I visited.
when I go into a class, I really like to discuss what makes a good poem. We read some for the book. then I shared this poem, a draft from my WIP: Dara: How To Have a Friend sprinkle laughter a little cinnamon and chili knead in mischief, mix in memories salmon ceremony, eat mealworms on a dare, snowball fights,and freckles sift in leaves from the tree you climbed melt Europa caught just yesterday hold on - let go. 
Then I shared a poem I wrote as a recipe poem to model
and we discussed the ingredients of having a friend and what we might mix in. How to Have a Friend by Ms Mac Add: Laughter Kindness Always there for me Mix in: Walking home from school Singing Led Zeppelin at the top of our lungs Swimming pool days Sift in: Wish I could see her more often sing Led Zeppelin. Friends for how long? Melt in: accidentally walking into her coat closet Staying out too late Foothills of Simi Valley Blend it all together: Ronky Girl, Forever Friend We also did a Picasso Face art lesson to go with the friend poems. I was able to get the poems onto Padlet but am working on the art. Below, please enjoy Mrs. Fisher's Fifth Grade poets. 2023 New Year Poetry Postcard Sign Ups
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I had planned to share something else today but in light of this weekend's shootings, I am sharing this poem which I posted in May. I also submitted it to the Oregon State Fair this year and is won second place in short poetry. While my poem is in response to the Uvalde School shooting, it holds true for any place. People should have the right to have fun and go out without the worry of not coming home. My heart goes out to those families who lost loved ones this past weekend. A Thread
There’s a thread you follow ~ William Stafford In the middle of the day, there’s one moment in which a classroom doesn’t know their thread life will unravel. And again, you wonder when gun safety reform will follow © Jone Rush MacCulloch  Graphic Design by Amber Fleek
Jama at Jama's Alphabet Soup has Poetry Friday hosting duties today. She's cooking up a delicious Thanksgiving parody poem. Plus she always has the most scrumptious food photos.
Today I have an interview with Rebecca Brock, author of an adult collection of poetry, Each Bearing Out. I "met" Rebecca in Laura Shovan's February Poetry Group on Facebook. She just published this wonderful collection about motherhood and the natural world. 
JRM: What was the process that led you to create Each Bearing out? Did you set out to write a
collection or did you write poems and then one day realized that there was a collection? I noticed that several poems found homes in journals first. RB:Thank you, Jone, for reaching out to me and sending me these questions. So much of this journey for me has been one of permission. I was finally writing again, after a long silence, and it took me a while to acknowledge to myself that I was writing poetry. I hadn’t written poetry since my undergraduate years—I studied fiction in graduate school and had only ever published in nonfiction. But I was writing a lot of poems I referenced as my “mom poems.” They felt very personal, like small snapshots caught from the blur. Eventually, I had so many that I began to think about making a small book. JRM: Have you always been interested in the natural world? I noticed you are originally from Idaho. How did growing up in Idaho play a part in your writing life? RB: I grew up in Boise, Idaho but moved away over twenty years ago. I’d always planned to go back, but life gets complicated and that distance between my original home and my home now informs a lot of my writing. I think my interest in the natural world has grown deeper through my experience of mothering. My kids were curious, input seeking creatures and seeing the world through their eyes is what’s really brought me back to noticing, and paying attention to the natural world. JRM: I was really struck by the poem “Good Housekeeping”. I struggle with keeping house, writing and being engaged with my family. Add the concerns about the environment, it really gets overwhelming. What is one event that led you to write that poem? RB: “Good Housekeeping” resonated with a lot of my friends who have been busy mothering through these last years. It was originally published with the tag line “America during Covid, during Trump.” There has been such a constant tumult these last several years—political, social, environmental. I would be trying to do the most ordinary thing like decorate for Halloween or vacuum and just feel this redundant dread, as if I were participating in a great pretending that lets us go on believing everything is fine. The question, for me, is still a constant—how do we mother these children toward a future we can’t even begin to fathom? JRM: Could you share with readers your process with how you decided the order of the poems? RB: Mostly instinct. I read them out loud, a lot, and paid particular attention to what would be the first and last poem. I printed them out and sorted them physically, by hand, all down the hallway in my basement. From there, I semi-sorted them chronologically according to my children’s ages in the poems, which left me with a burgeoning teenager by the book’s end. JRM: Were there poems that didn’t make the book? How did you decide which poems were in and which needed to be held for a different space? Are you planning a second book? RB: Yes! So many didn’t make it. Poems I felt were weaker or redundant…or too sentimental. I have so many poems about my kids, it is really how I’ve found a way to hold my own memory of these years. I also asked two friends, Liona Burnham and Ruth Lehrer, to read through a near-to-final draft and tell me their suggestions. It was easier to know what to leave out than what to leave in! I am working on my second book already—about landscape and distance, origin and loss. JRM: How did Laura Shovan’s February Poetry Month inspire you? RB: Laura Shovan’s February Poetry Month arrived in my life at just exactly the right time and inspired me entirely to keep writing and to trust in my own voice and the power of showing up to the page. I had been working in such solitude and suddenly I was in the (online) company of bright, gutsy, gracious poets willing to post such new writing every day—it made writing poetry both more magical and more ordinary. Again, I think I was seeking permission and the poets from February Poetry Month absolutely holler their permission at you every day you post. It’s quite a gift and I’m so grateful, every year I participate, for Laura and for the generosity of that space. JRM: How did “A Rock is a Rock is a Rock” come to be written? It made me feel the pain and sorrow when your child comes home from a bad day at school, juggling schedules, dinner, and empathy. RB: It’s an entirely true story and it’s about my boy who is all heart with arms and legs attached. He is constant and somedays I just can’t keep up. But he is also the kind of person who places you, in moments, in the absolute of now. Here's "Rock is a Rock is a Rock" Originally appeared online at Whale Road Review, Summer 2022 A Rock Is a Rock Is a Rock You got your feelings hurt at school, again, you tell me seriously that you feel a heartbeat thump thump thunking in your pet rock, you swear you can. I say it’s your own heartbeat, in your palm, hammering. I am straddling dinner and your brother’s baseball game-- and you try to explain how your best friend tried to make you throw the stupid thing away. I say I told you not to take it to school, I told you, over and over, a rock is a rock is a rock. I almost say, out loud, baby sometimes you’re just too much but your breaths are coming hard, your small chest heaves—love, there is nothing weak about you. I turn the stove off. You let me hug you, the pulse of you barely surface deep. When you let me hold him, Rocky is still warm. You believe in so many things, even me. JRM: What can you share with readers who are exploring writing chapbooks? RB: Calling it a chapbook necessarily focuses your theme and scope—and that helped me get my mind around the idea. I wasn’t trying to write a book…I was only working on a chapbook. I read a lot of other people’s chapbooks. And I looked up contest deadlines and used them as goalpost deadlines. I found poets whose work I admired, in literary journals I like, and I ordered their books, scoured their bios for ideas of where to submit. Submitting my poems before they were part of a book also provided me a sort of scaffolding—I knew certain poems had resonance and strength. Time to Think About 2023 New Year Postcard Exchange
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It started as a disappointment, my in-person poetry reading for November 13 was canceled due to health concerns of one of the editors. However, they have decided to go with a Zoom Reading for Issue 12 of The Poeming Pigeon on Saturday, December 10 at 4:00 PST. I will be sending out the information as soon as I get a hold of it. I’m excited because now my online poetry friends will be able to tune in. |
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