Call for poems... "Hello writers! You've written poems for Ferguson, Gaza, Hong Kong, Palestina, and, most recently, Paris. Now is the time to write for Baga (the town where Boko Haram massacred 2000 people two days back on the Nigerian-Chadian border). A few hours after I posted a query asking which editor/publisher could help publish [...]
Author: darlene anita scott
...yeah, the one you met the other day in the grocery store. She made you wanna say something to her. You did. And now you can’t remember her name. But that wasn’t really the important part of the meeting anyway.
I'm an excellent tryer and dedicated if not so-so runner. I’m probably too old to still play on the monkey bars. But I do. Maybe too young to groove to Sam Cooke. But I listen to him. I'm powered by plants, a pacemaker, and anything creative.
I like making collages, making up my mind and sticking to it, and making up recipes; almost anything by James Baldwin; almost anything with black beans in it; and probably more than is healthy for the average human: I like alone time and homemade popcorn—not necessarily together.
I daydream constantly. I write poetry and prose. Sometimes I teach it to people. Sometimes I read or recite it to people. And even less often I publish it.
I could be more tolerant of overpriced grapes, people who drive with parking lights on, and deafening car stereos.
I like to laugh but don’t do it as often as I should. Some people think I'm shy. Some think I'm a mute. I'm happy to be here and try to make the most of it.
Monthly Meter: December
fellowship/publication submissions: 2 fellowship/publication acceptances: 1 fellowship/publication rejections: 0 books: The Warmth of Other Suns by Isabel Wilkerson Secret Shame: my mileage ;? Mantra of the Moment: It's all temporary.
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Happy Soon-to-Be New Year
On the last Sunday of 2014, I revisit my reflections from the last Sunday of 2007. Be good or better yet, be good at it.
12:30-something on the last Sunday of the year, my clothes lay across the bed like business and I’m in the sunroom wearing a towel (my stomach growling beneath it, What about me)?
Should I…what if I…maybe I…will I…why won’t you…but I have their hands up begging to be answered first like I have answers for any of them. Suckers.
I rarely plan my life more than two weeks in advance. Don’t tell anyone, but I know that I will die young. Not tomorrow young. But I won’t ever be the Mother of the Church.
Yet I believe in it all. Oh yes, Prince Charming and Publisher’s Clearinghouse. I have rarely been the beneficiary of such faith. I will be the first to tell you that doing the “right thing” does not good karma make. I have done the “right thing” most of my life and so far…
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Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl
I count among the things I suck at performing poetry. I mean, I guess it's all a performance when we present it orally. But despite what pictures may suggest; I've won a slam before even, I see myself as a reader, a storyteller; I don't perform my poetry. As I head back to the mic [...]
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Breathing Lessons 101 — Coming to a City Near You!
Ah, book it! Ooh baby, babeh ba-babeh, babeh... Get up on this! [props to Salt-N-Pepa] Breathing Lessons 101 is building a 2015 calendar and can be in your city, at your venue in 2015! Let's talk. (Click on photo to enlarge) Can't come to any of the events? To order Breathing Lessons through 1. Go [...]
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Breathing Lessons 101
1. Go to your PayPal account. 2. Remit payment (20.00) to darleneanitascott@gmail.com. (Or just email me). 3. Send your mailing address to darleneanitascott.com. 4. Get book.
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Monthly Meter: November
I forgot to post this... fellowship/publication submissions: 2 fellowship/publication acceptances: 2 fellowship/publication rejections: 0 books: are nice. To read and stuff. Secret Shame: My triceps Mantra of the Moment: If your dreams aren't scaring you, you're not dreaming big enough.
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Reflections On Pursuing A Non-Traditional Academic Career
I think he was talking to me when he said: "If anyone reading this is questioning their decisions or considering doing something other than what they are “supposed” to do, my advice to you is to find a way to make your career what you want it to be – maybe that’s tenure, or maybe [...]
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A Poem (trying to find itself)
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In Another Life
I might’ve been
a girl
who took evening swims in brown water
bathed in it in grey morning
decorated my eyes with coal
and never felt anything
you do to me
but instead I am a girl who dreams
too much
about other places and people
I could never be
who feels what you do to me
and what
no one else can
as they shuffle
careful not to cause stones
to pop and catch me
in the eye.
and I hear like there is blinding yellowing
and fire orange in the whine and wails
I am the girl who feels drums in my teeth and
they will not chatter as the pace quickens
I am the girl who eats rice
with my hands
because I cannot see
why I should n’t
who cannot talk because
my tongue is
somewhere that even ink
cannot map
on…
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Boots on the Ground
Some of y'all--well my twin and my mom mostly--have known the dark side of my last two professional years. When the profession gets out of the way of the work you get your magic. But with the recent consumer-driven model of higher education that magic can fail as it gets flat and stale. Right now [...]
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