 Welcome to 2021 National Poetry Month. It's my fifteenth year of participating (some years better than others). This year I'm taking a look at some previous poems that I enjoyed and will be revising. Some have been on the blog before and others not. I have five great interviews lined up: April 2 POETRY FRIDAY: ALLAN WOLF April 9 POETRY FRIDAY: LISA FIPPS April 16 POETRY FRIDAY: CHRIS BARON April 23 POETRY FRIDAY: JOANNE ROSSMASSLER FRITZ April 30 POETRY FRIDAY: LITA JUDGE I love getting books into the hands of readers so there will be prizes for stopping by and saying hi. Back in 2009, Laini Taylor was a debut author with FAIRIES OF DREAMDARK:BLACKBRINGER. The prompt at Sunday Scribblings was "wings". I wrote a reverse double Fibonacci to celebrate. Dragonfly cathedral window Beveled wings glisten Dragonfly Sits, waits Rests Now One Free Spirit Dragonfly Dances in dusk’s light Transformation invitation © jone rush macculloch, draft, 2009 Today, I played with the words and the form (Shadorma and the Reverse Double Fib). I worked on making the words more concrete than I had in 2009. dragonfly’s glistening sun wings cathedral windows, azure hawks hover near on reeds dreaming of midges and dusk fairies ancient hunters of the lake © jone rush macculloch, draft, 2021 dragonfly’s glistening sun wings hover near dreams whirring along the azure waters dusk fairy hunters © jone rush macculloch, draft, 2021 TOMORROW! AUTHOR LISA FIPPS INTERVIEW. DON'T MISS LEARNING ABOUT HER DEBUT BOOK, STARFISH. Welcome to 2021 National Poetry Month. It's my fifteenth year of participating (some years better than others). This year I'm taking a look at some previous poems that I enjoyed and will be revising. Some have been on the blog before and others not. I have five great interviews lined up: April 2 POETRY FRIDAY: ALLAN WOLF April 9 POETRY FRIDAY: LISA FIPPS April 16 POETRY FRIDAY: CHRIS BARON April 23 POETRY FRIDAY: JOANNE ROSSMASSLER FRITZ April 30 POETRY FRIDAY: LITA JUDGE I love getting books into the hands of readers so there will be prizes for stopping by and saying hi. This is a poem that was drafted in 1995. In 2009, I revised the poem based on a prompt about food associations. Below "Adelanto" is the redux of the poem. It is also the word for Day 6: journey, of the prompts from Oregon Writers' Colony.
Adelanto Rancho t lined in palm trees Snakelike San Bernardino Mountain Pass Sage foothills, Joshua tree desert Foot fights with younger brother Butterfly stomach on windy, carnival road Highway food stand Purchased black, green olives minutes from Adelanto Desert white masonry brick house Eucalyptus and castor trees lined gravel driveway Cool refuge from a sweltering sun Great aunts, aprons on Busy ricing potatoes Great uncle hugged nonstop Bleu cheese, tomato soup Bubbled through cauliflower Table set for a feast Sun porch swing Rocked me until Eyelids slammed shut Starlit night debuts on black damask Fairy lights twinkle far off a day’s journey © jone rush macculloch, draft, 2009 REDUX A Day’s Journey Begin in the car, driving through palm trees lined Rancho Cucamonga through a snakelike San Bernardino Mountain Pass through sage foothills, Joshua tree desert Butterflies hatch in my stomach on windy, up and down road Foot fights with brother, he always winning A pit stop on the roadside, with car door privacy As if a mirage, a desert white masonry house appearswith eucalyptus and castor trees lining the gravel driveway, providing cool refuge from a sweltering sun Great aunts, aprons on, busy ricing potatoes Great uncle passing hugs to us all Bleu cheese, turkey, mashed potatoes, rolls reach my stomach, rumbling, set the butterflies free Bone china and good silver graces the table. Feast ready while Susie, the cocker, wanders underfoot. the blessing, the passing food to the right After dinner, sunporch swing rocks me eyelids shutter until a starlit night debut on black damask and fairy lights a day’s journey © jone rush macculloch, draft, 2021  Welcome to 2021 National Poetry Month. It's my fifteenth year of participating (some years better than others). This year I'm taking a look at some previous poems that I enjoyed and will be revising. Some have been on the blog before and others not. I have five great interviews lined up: April 2 POETRY FRIDAY: ALLAN WOLF April 9 POETRY FRIDAY: LISA FIPPS April 16 POETRY FRIDAY: CHRIS BARON April 23 POETRY FRIDAY: JOANNE ROSSMASSLER FRITZ April 30 POETRY FRIDAY: LITA JUDGE I love getting books into the hands of readers so there will be prizes for stopping by and saying hi.  This poem originally appeared in my NPM series on using words with a double LL: Yellow
ENGLISH Sun Sun flower yellow bursts against royal blue squirrels plotting autumn harvest © 2015 Jone Rush MacCulloch all rights reserved Grian flùr miasach buidhe an aghaidh speur gorm feòragan a’ dealbhadh foghar fogharaich © 2021 jone rush macculloch, draft And because there were challenges in the translation, it now says in Scottish Gaelic: Sun sun flower yellow plates against blue sky squirrels planning autumn harvest © 2021 jone rush macculloch, draft  Welcome to 2021 National Poetry Month. It's my fifteenth year of participating (some years better than others). This year I'm taking a look at some previous poems that I enjoyed and will be revising. Some have been on the blog before and others not. I have five great interviews lined up: April 2 POETRY FRIDAY: ALLAN WOLF April 9 POETRY FRIDAY: LISA FIPPS April 16 POETRY FRIDAY: CHRIS BARON April 23 POETRY FRIDAY: JOANNE ROSSMASSLER FRITZ April 30 POETRY FRIDAY: LITA JUDGE I love getting books into the hands of readers so there will be prizes for stopping by and saying hi. CONFESSION: I am posting a day late. But thanks to the time travel ability of posting, it will look like Monday. In 2009, In respond to a prompt by Tricia’s , she asked for a poem "outside my window". I wrote a pantoum in response: outside my window the language of spring speaks tulips dance in the breeze as bee symphony plays a concerto the language of spring speaks poppy poems emerge from the soil bee symphony plays a concerto industrious blue jays build their nest poppy poems emerge from the soil daffodils bow heads in prayer industrious blue jays build their nest as dogwood buds burst onto the stage daffodils bow heads in prayer fiddle heads unfurl, frog croaks for its mate as dogwood buds burst onto the stage morning sun cascades through the trees fiddle heads unfurl, frog croaks for its mate tulips dance in the breeze as morning sun cascades through the trees outside my window © jone rush macculloch, draft, 2009 Today I used the words from this 2009 poem to create a Reverso poem. I also updated some lines to reflect where I live now.
outside my window spring speaks at dawn bees buzz-buzz-buzz a concerto red-winged blackbird answers, conk-la-ree tulips sway in the breeze poppy poems emerge from winter soil black-capped juncos gather twigs red flowering currant bursts into bloom I sip tea, Scottish Fraoch and write morning pages I write morning pages and sip tea, Scottish Fraoch red flowering currant bursts into bloom black-capped juncos gather twigs poppy poems emerge from winter soil tulips sway in the breeze red-winged blackbird answers, conk-la-ree bees buzz-buzz-buzz a concerto spring speaks at dawn outside my window © jone rush macculloch, , draft, 2021  Taking a moment to promote a great idea. I belong to Oregon Writer's Colony. For years, my friend Susan Balckaby has organized a wonderful poetry event, Verse of Ages. When I was teaching and had my "Poetry Rocks" group, we performed at the event.
This last year has changed how we do things. Susan has put together a list of words to generate poems:
 The Poetry Friday Round Up is over at Mary Lee at A Year of Reading  If you are looking for a book that examines the lives of the Donner Party in a poetic manner and historical detail, read THE SNOW FELL THREE GRAVES DEEP by Allan Wolf. He graciously agreed to some questions recently. What led you to write THE SNOW FELL THREE GRAVES DEEP? I’m always on the lookout for historical subject matter. Some event that folks think they know about. And as I’m a disciple of narrative pointillism, I seek out events with multiple witnesses from all walks of life. The main element of narrative pointillism is the exploration of a single event from multiple points of view. I’m also motivated by visual images (stage coaches, horse-drawn wagons, mortuaries, period clothing, hats, cannibalism, graveyards, rivers, zombie mules, sentient icebergs, rats that sing opera, etc). The images (and the objects within the images) can actually resonate with the heart of a story, and thus a harmonic relationship forms. That’s how I get ideas: by looking at a whole mess o’ stuff and then standing back to see some sort of order in the seeming chaos. To connect and combine and to reassemble. When you were researching NEW FOUND LAND, did something pop up that piqued your curiosity about the Donner Party? Yes, the research for New Found Land certainly led me to other ideas for many other books. In fact, my novel Zane’s Trace was a direct result. Researching one of the Lewis and Clark expedition members, I saw the name “Zane’s Trace” on an old map. I knew then and there, that would be the title of my next book. I wrote another novel about Sacagawea and her son, Jean Baptiste Charbonneau (never published) that led me to explore the Oregon trail and the Westward Expansion of the 1840s-1860s. I had to write a book that will never be published in order to write the book that was published. What was involved with researching for the book? What was the process? I read a bazillion books. Starting with the oldest and working my way up to the more modern. By doing this you get a feel for how the historical facts have evolved over time. Then you go back and reread the earlier books. The second reading is always so much richer, since by then you have a good context and you’ve built your “prior knowledge” base. Researching for historical fiction is an exercise in vetting resources. You begin to see which books are responsible for spreading mistruths and which books suffer from racial, class, and moral biases. I also deprived myself a bit. I would go out in the winter without a coat. I made a bunch of campfires. I interviewed a fellow who had intentionally starved himself. My friend, Klaus, who lives across the street from me, was diagnosed with cancer of the esophagus and died, all while I was writing this book. Klaus was a German and I modeled the book’s German character, Ludwig Keseberg, after him. Klaus was healthy and strong as an ox, but he couldn’t eat because of the tumor. So, I watched him pretty much starve to death. I dedicated the book to him. He was a great guy and a good friend. Was there anything you discovered that you chose not to put it in the book? Yes. Quite a bit. The actual details of what happened are complex and, frankly, tedious. There were countless rescue attempts, countless attempts to hike out, countless miles of wilderness covered. And the nearly ninety emigrants would separate into multiple parties, constantly diverging and reconverging like some kind of amoeba! It’s enough to make your head swim. I had to leave details out. Believe it or not, I actually left out one murder (that of a Mr. Wolfinger by another party member). There were already plenty of murders without it. I know it seems like an outrageous detail to leave out, but it just made an already complex constellation of events even more complex. How did your research inform the voices of your characters? The voices of Hunger, Tamzene Donner, and Patty Reed really resonated with me. Voice (and everything else) is born from research. You just have to listen. There is a staple story, in Donner Party lore, of nine-year-old Patty Reed maturely comforting her mother and accepting that she may not survive. The story may (or may not) be completely bogus, but it led me to think of Patty as an angel with a direct line to God. Then you have snow angels. Angels have wings to fly over mountains. You see how the connections begin to, well, snowball. My Tamzene Donner research included the big bonus of having access to her personal letters, so her voice was immediate. Hunger was such a perfect narrator. How did you know it would be the narrator. Hunger was just intuition. It probably came to me in the shower. (I call these “meteor showers” ‘cause the ideas just start dropping from the heavens.) Hunger is a narrator and a narrative device, the glue to give shape to the overall story. The iceberg played this part in The Watch that Ends the Night. The Newfoundland dog played this part in New Found Land. I needed a character that could easily place the story in context to history (past, present, and future). I’m writing a novel now in which the narrator is a lake. It was quite a cast of characters, how did you determine who you included? Were there characters that were easier or more difficult to write? All potential characters must go through an “audition” phase. I’m like a casting director. Looking for variety. Looking for foils. Characters that will play well off one another. And I want all races, ages, genders, and personality types represented. Another thing I look for is how characters “fit” with the setting and the props and the costumes. A character might have a doll or a pair of oxen, for example, that they can interact with and against. And I often look for two characters that work together as a team—I call this a pair-acter. (Think the Weasley Twins, or Luis and Salvador in Three Graves Deep). I appreciate that you shed light on the unjust and slave treatment of the Washoe and Miwok people. What suggestions do you have for readers to find out more? To get an excellent overview I recommend The Other Slavery: The Uncovered Story of Indian Enslavement in America by Andrés Reséndez. For a more complete list, I’ve included a bibliography in my own book’s back matter. The North American history of slavery, the Reconstruction, Westward Expansion, Jim Crow Laws, Civil Rights and the Black Lives Matter movement, plus the relentless, systematic, and systemic degradation of Asians, Mexicans, and Native Americans—the more you understand our history, the more you see how these are all sister stars in the same evil constellation. One of my favorite scenes in the book is when Tamzene Donner quotes Tennyson and you can clearly feel how things are unraveling. And this line, Flames devour the poetry as I bring the kettle to boil.” Chilling. And you might add, Tamzene is boiling water so she can cook the family dog. Oh, I liked that scene too. That was a fun one to write—Tamzene realizing how powerless her intellect is in the face of such primal suffering. As a poet myself, I often feel this way to some degree. Poetry in itself will not pay the bills. You cannot eat a metaphor. BTW, I was incredibly sad when Tamzene died. I really liked her character. (And of course, I knew she would beforehand but still…) Yeah. I was sad to see her go too. Do you have a favorite scene or quote from the book? The romantic in me really likes the “budding love” scenes between thirteen-year-old Virginia Reed and her boo, Eddie Breen. I’m also fond of the opening and closing scenes for their pleasing cinematic quality. A favorite quote comes from Hunger who says the the first line of the novel: “None of this is my fault.” If you were to give a reading, what might you read to the audience? I would like to read the passage that opens Part Six, on page 271, in which Hunger explains the stages of starvation. It is morbid but beautiful. I’ve been taking some classes at the Highlights Foundation with Cordelia Jense. We’ve been discussing what is the definition of a verse novel? What are your thoughts on the definition? (As the once chair of the CYBILS Award Poetry category, we wrestled with where the verse novels belonged. In Poetry or in Fiction or their own category.) Is it a “novel in verse” or a “verse novel?” Or shall we call it a “Versnel” or a “Noversel.” I like to think of my own longform style narratives as a “hybrid novel.” My editor, Elizabeth Bicknell, has called them “postmodern.” But what is it? I like to picture a spectrum of literature as vast and inclusive as the stars. Genres and taxonomies allow us to keep track of things, but they never tell the real story. I could argue that Billy Collins is a fiction writer who writes poems. I could argue that Thomas Wolfe and Virginia Woolf are poets writing novels. In my “novel,” The Watch that Ends the Night, the iceberg speaks in iambic pentameter. As the iceberg melts, so does the metrical length of the lines, from pentameter, to tetrameter, to trimeter, to a single iamb. I would call that poetry, I’d guess. And are verse and poetry one and the same? (I personally don’t think so, but that’s a topic for another time.) Words give a poem sense, while the space between the words give it resonance. Poets can arrange words based on craft, style, and clarity, just as prose writers do. But poets don’t have to stop there. Poets can arrange words based on prescribed patterns . . . or not. Poets can even arrange words wherever the words instruct them too. Space is key. Space between words. Space between lines. You can even remove a word, like you would remove a superfluous wisdom tooth. Line-breaks can be purposefully clunky or smooth. When a line breaks, the words turn. The poem’s rhythm may also turn. The poem’s pace may turn as well. The reader’s eyes, heartbeat, and attention all turn. (Bonus Fact: The word “verse” comes from the Latin, verso, to turn.) The poet chooses where the lines break. The power of ‘the space between’ is on display, in a big way, in the “verse novel.” Scenes (or beats) in the plot don’t require the same continuity that we find in prose. As the writer it can be easier to maneuver the narrative when you have spaces and turns in your toolbox. As the reader it can be easier to read and remain engaged. The reader’s eyes are actively engaged as the line-breaks urge them on. The reader’s mind gets to take smaller bites and needs less time to chew. I noticed you just released NO BUDDY LIKE A BOOK. Do you work on verse novels and picture books simultaneously or switch back and forth? I’m almost always working on multiple projects all at once. But this is largely due to the fact that I work in a variety of mediums. While researching a longer novel, I can always divert myself by writing poetry, song lyrics, and picture books. That said, there comes a point where I have to put in my earbuds, turn on the “smooth brown noise,” tie my leg to the desk, and get the project done. No messing about. I’ll get a head of steam and everything else falls away. Thank you, Allan, there is much here to consider. I borrowed The Other Slavery: The Uncovered Story of Indian Enslavement in America by Andrés Reséndez. Please sure to leave a comment below. I will be entering names in for two Grand Prizes at the end of the month along with other give aways. One will be a copy of this book.  Welcome to 2021 National Poetry Month. It's my fifteenth year of participating (some years better than others).
This year I'm taking a look at some previous poems that I enjoyed and will be revising. Some have been on the blog before and others not. I have five great interviews lined up: April 2 POETRY FRIDAY: ALLAN WOLF April 9 POETRY FRIDAY: LISA FIPPS April 16 POETRY FRIDAY: CHRIS BARON April 23 POETRY FRIDAY: JOANNE ROSSMASSLER FRITZ April 30 POETRY FRIDAY: LITA JUDGE I love getting books into the hands of readers so there will be prizes for stopping by and saying hi. |
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