fellowship/publication submissions: 1 fellowship/publication acceptances: 2 fellowship/publication rejections: 3 books: Tell Me How Long the Train's Been Gone by James Baldwin (still reading) Secret Shame: Winter whimpering Mantra of the Moment: Rome wasn't built in a day.
Category: poetry
Something Like an Asshole, or, How To Read the Rind (vintage UtR)
Something Like an Asshole, or, How to Read the Rind You know the greasy spot on the side he never sleeps on is a sign. Your palms are a sign: The body is more water than flesh. And if you know how to interpret It right the way a mango peels, meat stripping itself like [...]
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A Reason [vintage UtR]
Vintage UtR
Because you will never read this I can admit there were never reasons.
And if I had an excuse, that was it. When I hid, that was why.
Certainty has a way of fooling you into believing that forever is no further than the eye can see; is adaptable if not unchanging. And fair.
You asked for a reason. Something worth living for;
something you could die for.
Not having one is the best one of all. I could’ve told you then.
But daybreak dresses us best. And searchers scour the dark like vultures seek prey.
That’s all. That’s why.
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Monthly Meter: January
fellowship/publication submissions: 3 fellowship/publication acceptances: 1 fellowship/publication rejections: 1 books: Buck by MK Asante Citizen: An American Lyric by Claudia Rankine Secret Shame: Because and all the other reasons. Mantra of the Moment: If it doesn't challenge you it won't change you.
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Review of Breathing Lessons 101!
To order a copy of Breathing Lessons 101 through 1. Go to your PayPal account. 2. Remit payment (20.00) to darleneanitascott@gmail.com. 3. Send your mailing address to darleneanitascott.com.
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Breathing Lessons 101 coming to Bridgewater International Poetry Festival!
I'll be reading from my work-in-progress at the Bridgewater International Poetry Festival this weekend. You can find the full schedule of events here: Online: http://wp.bridgewater.edu/bipf/ On Twitter: @bcpoetryfestival On Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/bridgewaterinternationalpoetryfestival I'm on at 3:30 p.m. on Saturday, January 17th. Come through and say hey (and grab a copy of Breathing Lessons 101)! Can't make [...]
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Poems for Baga
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 [...]
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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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