Help Me Celebrate Good News. One Of My Poems Has Been Nominated For a Pushcart Prize!
The Big Dipper I have been writing poetry since I was six years old. Over the years I have been fortunate enough to have had several of my poems published, including one in Tokyo, Japan just a couple of years ago. When I’m traveling, I will scratch out the first few stanzas of a poem on a diner’s grease stained napkins, on torn bits of brown paper bags from purchases made here and there and in notebooks, which now there are many of. Yet, I repeated a familiar stanza-counted style for most of my work. Last year, when my son Ian was visiting, I read him one of my newest pieces, as I often do when he is near. He said it sounded great but then added that I should change things up a bit, try new styles, “play with it a bit.” I continued writing poetry in my favored style. Each was published in one literary journal or another, but Ian’s words tugged on my creative voice. Too, a poem I had started writing about a man I stood behind at White Bites , a food pop-up in Dillingham, Alas...
