it isn’t even light
it was fun
I haven’t counted everybody
show me, God
On my first walk:
in new sunlight
three brown eggs
Laura Paine Carr
Quill Ink Productions, created a poetry contest this year, to celebrate and support our Healdsburg Literary Laureate. I believe it was the "first annual" writing contest, and by the response, excitement generated, and the remarkable work submitted, the suspense, and... omigoodness, I made it into the "Winner's Circle!" the gathering of friends, family members, and a whole bunch of literary folks... the announcements were made at our monthly "Literary Cafe" which meets the second Tuesday evening every single month, with open mic and a featured reader. The MC's worked their way through "The Winner's Circle" replete with two second place winners, and it was right about here, that I thought, "Uh-oh. They have not called me up as "honorary mention," I'm not tied for second, oh no." I became completely nerved-out. Had to enlist deep breathing technique. Had to get centered. Then the Judge spoke generously about my poem, introduced me using my whole name, and then, with a delicious laugh said, "Honest!!! I didn't know it was yours!!!" (Truth telling here: I love that she loved my poem, because she is an awesome poet/teacher/mentor-to-many).
So, this is my first winner-of-a-poem! The moral to the story is: submit your writing! Submit to journals, magazines, everything you can think of... just, for heaven's sake, do it.
This beautiful young lady was a joy to watch yesterday. Her energy and focus delighted me. My granddaughter was all done with her testing, and we were enjoying the next class up, which included grown-ups as well. I just loved watching her.
Lucky us. We live in the way of the migrating Hummers. They are known, on our front porch, as the Hummingpiggies. They swill a quart of sugar-water a day, sometimes more. Sometimes there are 8 on the feeder with another 6-8 in a squabbling holding pattern. They crack me up every evening.