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Ruth at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town is hosting the Poetry Friday Community with an Ode to Taxonomy.
I have a photo haiku. The morning earlier this was spectacular. 
It's 39 days until the new year! And that means time to start thinking of sending New Year Post Cards!
Send five, send ten or send to all? In Japan, it’s called Nengajo, a Japanese custom of ushering in the new year.How It Works:
Irene at Live Your Poem is hosting Poetry Friday on this weekend of NCTE Weekend. Oh to be there! Some day.
It's 43 days until the new year! And that means time to start thinking of sending New Year Post Cards!  2023 New Year Postcard
Send five, send ten or send to all. Did you know there are 43 days until 2023 ends? Woohoo! Let's celebrate the New Year with a New Year Postcard? In Japan, it’s called Nengajo, a Japanese custom of ushering in the new year.How It Works:
 ©Amber Fleek, graphic Karen at Karen Edmisten* is hosting all the Poetry Friday goodness today. She doesn't want us to overthink and just enjoy all the poetry while offering up some Ella Fitzgerald. Last week, Mary Lee at Another Year of Reading offered her response to Lind Mitchell's Prose and Poetry challenge for the month: Write a prose piece–find a poem in it.Or, write a poem, expand it into a prose piece. Or, find a prose piece, transform it into a poem. Or, find a poem and transpose it into a prose piece. Any interpretation of this prompt is perfect. Mary Lee's reminded me of writing a haibun. I've been writing some of late and rather like the format. I also have been working on poems for a potential chapbook/memoir(?) of my life, especially around my first marriage. Tomorrow is Veteran's Day. My former husband (who died due to Agent Orange complications in 2017) flew helicopter in Vietnam. Thanks to a recent class with Joan Kwon Glass, and a particular poetry prompt, I've been doing a deep research dive on his experience there (which I didn't really spend a lot of time discussing with him and the more I learn, the more I am horrified at what I didn't know or understand). Today's sharing is a VERY rough first draft with the Prose and Poetry challenge. And honestly, I would love feedback as to what is sings or might be confusing. I keep think of what I was doing in 1970 compared to what my former husband was doing in 1970.  Flowers left in honor of Veteran's Day 2023 In That Time
I was reading In That Time: Michael O’Donnell and the Tragic Era of Vietnam by Daniel H. Weiss. O’Donnell was a helicopter pilot between 1969-1971. Roughly the same time period that my former husband served. Also a helicopter pilot. My heart stopped when I read Pleiku, Vietnam and the 170th Assault Helicopter Company. I hadn’t thought about Pleiku or the 170th in over thirty years. My former husband flew there during 1970-1970. Did the two cross paths? It was never something we discussed. Now reading about O’Donnell, it’s peering into a window of what my former husband lived through. Unlike O’Donnell, he returned after his duty was served, Spring, 1970 Men flying helicopters Cambodia and Laos HS senior choosing a college dorm room Simi Valley, CA Men flying helicopters Cambodia and Laos HS senior planning “ditch day” Simi Valley, CA Men flying helicopters Cambodia and Laos HS senior attend prom Simi Valley, CA Men flying helicopters Cambodia and Laos HS senior graduates, parties at Disneyland Some pilots never return, others carry the weight © jone rush macculloch |
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