Health, poetry, writing

Digression

 

Q is for Quiet*

If I could say anything to my students, I’d say:

“Hi, my name is Mrs. Wyatt and I like it very quiet.”

But alas, my last name is Wipff

(origin: Alsace-Lorraine) Yes, Swiss

I chose this name! I married it.

My surname is Chung but not Chinese, Korean

It is pronounced “Jung” – not “yung” like Carl (who was Swiss, by the way)

 

What’s that you say?

Oh yes, I love the Quiet

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*Part of my alphabiography series

 

 

 

 

 

 

poetry, writing

Bookish

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Photo from Katya Austin

M is for Moving*

 

My daughter brings books from school

Sherman Alexie and John Cheever

mesmerizing, momentous and magnificent

Indigenous American meets Chekhov of the Suburbs

stories of the malcontents,

the maniacs and the maculate

This teen is spellbound

macrocosms beyond her self now revealed

like I was, when I first split a book in two

 

*part of my alphabiography series

 

 

 

motivation, writing

Art is in the Eye of the Beholder

I is for Illustrating

I’m teaching myself how to illustrate. There are so many resources online:

Creative Bug

Udemy.com

Craftsy.com

Lynda.com

YouTube.com

I don’t have a goal, per se. But it’d be nice if I could illustrate my own books. I just know that I am loving this process. I sit down with my pencils, art pens, watercolor, paper and coffee (or other nice beverage, wink, wink, nudge, nudge) and draw!

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My first sketch

*Alphabiography post

 

poetry, writing

For Poetry Lovers Everywhere

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Photo by Oliver Hihn

If you’re a writer and/or a lover of poetry, you’re likely to be familiar with Poets.org.  They offer “Poem-A-Day.”  According to their website:

“Poem-a-Day is the original and only daily digital poetry series featuring over 200 new, previously unpublished poems by today’s talented poets each year.”

Today’s poem is a particularly good one, from Ira Sadoff:

Old Selves

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Ok, I no longer want them,
the many selves I had to manage

that once exhausted friends. I believed

in angels then, thought I might be
an angel—that was me, flying off

on a tangent, just so we could land
on one of my many balconies

so we could look down on everyone.

 

This reminds me of my youth: the self-centeredness, naivete, and drama. He captures it all in just a few words.

Check out poets.org. They feature the works of poets from past and present. I’ve replaced the daily news with a poem each day and it does the soul wonders!