Pulitzer Remix by the Day

As most of you know, I'm participating in The Found Poetry Review's Pulitzer Remix in honor of National Poetry month. All of my poems are from John Updike's Rabbit at Rest... every word, different theme (can you figure it out?). I had big plans at the beginning of the month to take part in other activities around the web, too. Well, it's not happening and I'm sorry. I just can't keep up with it all along with my personal life and goals. I have decided to make this a running post for the rest of the month. Each day I will add my remix poem for you to read if you'd like. I hope you enjoy!

My wordpress blog, Bird's-Eye Gemini, contains all my other poems from April.

PULITZER REMIXes

1- Same Subject, Different Story
2- Anything But a Dream
3- The Façade
4- In His Eyes
5- When He Cries
6- Errors in the Morning Paper
7- War Cry
8- Floating
9- The Edge of Death
10- Ten
11- While Reading a Book, His Mind Drifts
12- Post-Electrical Buzz
13- Unaskable Question
14- What is Enough?
15- OD
16- Emptiness in a Crowd
17- Mental Obsession
18- Reunion with an Aging Mother
19- Coming Out of the Red Haze
20- Forgiveness
21- Collapsed Secrets
22- The Gasp
23- Clarity
24- Awakening
25- Stepping Forward
26- Things Are Much Better Sober
27- Glowing Grace
28- haiku
29- Inside (to) Out Happiness
30- Echoes

Hunting Medals

We staked our claim in the parking lot
A yellow school bus with hormonal kids
Waiting to embark on chances sought
In formulas and scientific grids

Hunting for a placement in the state
Competing computations set in time
Against the brightest whizzes, fate
Depending on the nature of the crime

How hard the tests would be that day
How stiff the competition ‘tween their peers
“Get Smart” a squinting scope amid the splay
Strategic fundamentals based in fear

All these needless worries as the pupils sat
Calmly playing games, waiting for their turn
Nervousness a passing-thought caveat
Rewarded efforts solved, experiences earned

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You can read more on this event here.

EXCITING NEWS! My mini-chapbook, With TLC, is now published over at Poetic Bloomings.

For the latest Pulitzer Remix poem, please look at the top of the right side-bar where I update daily.

 

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Poetic Asides, Day 9- Hunter/hunted
NaPoWriMo- Mystery

A Poet's Wedding Crash

I know it's been like forEhVahr (forever) since I posted on this blog, and I do apologize; but it's not that I haven't been writing. In fact, I've had my nose to the grindstone for months working on editing a book and getting poems ready for this project I'm involved in for National Poetry Month. It's called the Pulitzer Remix, and it's put on by The Found Poetry Review. Poets were selected to participate and were assigned a Pulitzer winning book. From that book, we dedicated ourselves to writing a found poem each day for 30 days. 85 books/poets X 30 days = 2,550 new poems! Wow! I worked tirelessly on this in February and March, along with the editing. The book I was given is John Updike's Rabbit at Rest (so please look me up here).

Now it's April, and I feel like a marathon runner who has trained for months, but when the race comes, is left behind. I mean, I was elated when my poems were all written for the Pulitzer Project so that I could devote April to writing new poems every day from various venues such as Poetic Asides PAD and NaPoWriMo... AND keep up with my regular sites. Isn't that what poets do in April? Drive themselves crazy poeming? Not me. I'm stuck. Let down. Depressed. I planned for a huge event~ like a poet's wedding~ and am now... wordless. So I decided to fill you in on what's been going on while hoping to spark my creative juices. Hopefully it works.

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In other news, I was delighted to have a piece published in Oh, Sandy: An Anthology of Humor for a Serious Purpose. All proceeds from this book will go to help the victims of Hurricane Sandy.

Also, my photo was chosen as the cover for MiCrow 8: Winter 2013 Luminous.

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That's enough about me. What have you been up to?

Galactic Explosion

You said the moon
didn’t taste of cheese,
instead, a dip of Cool Whip
on your tongue, a tease

sliding down your throat
like a sweet milk shake
lighting up your insides,
a firecracker quake.

I said I wanted some
but I only got the sun,
a bitter tangy shock
that made me come undone

and when it all ended
the earth exploded from afar,
I knew at once we were complete
making love, a shining star.

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Poetic Asides PAD, Day 2- A bright poem/ dark poem
NaPoWriMo- A lie

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*Here is my Day 2 Remix poem*

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