Dry is the story of Augustin, of his drinking which isn’t a problem, of entering rehab at the request of his employers, and then navigating life on the outside: sober. I highlighted this part – when Augustin began to realise the consequences of his drinking, demonstrated by the bottles that had piled up in his flat and on his return home, having to bag them all up. I liked that metaphoric imagery of the weight of drinking. (Looking too deeply into things again, Kate?)
‘I feel like I drank a bottle of wine. I even feel guilty,’ ‘Exactly,’ I say, relieved that he feels it too. Relieved that I am not the only one who is so unaccustomed to happiness and the feeling of impending punishment that follows.’
Coming Clean by Kimberly Rae Miller
Published by Amazon Publishing
Coming Clean is a well written memoir, starting with stories from Kimberly’s childhood – then expanding on her family and her father: a hoarder. I liked how she wrote about hoarding realities vs the stereotypical images we have all seen depicted on televisions shows. It was a good read if you want a real, honest account on what it is like to live with and know a hoarder.
sat on the edge of the bathtub my feet, wet, in the rivers of the flowing cold water over my toes as i dab in-between the tiles on the wall with a damp cloth occasionally sprizting it with a black mould remover catching the trail before it slides down, and soon the smell of a swimming pool invades my nostrils i gag
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first you must have an idea, however small – ideas are like dough – they rise higher than you ever thought they would
then some courage is needed to put the idea into words on a page
when they are words on a page, they must be edited – not to perfection – the odd typo – let’s make it a puzzle to see if anyone who visits will notice – (i certainly didn’t)
when cutting and pasting *remember* to keep formatting as it is – and schedule it for next Friday and not accidently backdate it to last Friday (which i certainly didn’t do and never have)
Google popular tags and times of day best to post – i still do this after 5 years – you would think i would learn – open Twitter & check hashtags other bloggers are using – become distracted –
reading their blogs and your TBR list has gained several new books – oops, just like that
if it is a book review blog – do include if the book was an ARC – i promise my unbiased opinion –
make sure the post has images and in preview – check the paragraphs haven’t bunched together –
is the blog connected to social networks – post automatically –
have i titled the post – no no – think for ten minutes on something that will entice the reader – draw them in – realise laptop is 2 per cent away from running out of battery – save blog schedule to post and breathe.
thank you for reading this spontaneous poem. if you want to read other poems, i posted one here a few days ago and another here last week. You could also become a subscriber of my Patreon and find lots of my poems on there.
Harry Potter makes the acquaintance of a house elf which gets him into some bother with his carers the Dursleys when the house elf smashes a pudding over the head of Vernon Dursley’s work colleague’s wife’s head
when not at Hogwarts, a school for young witches and wizards locked in his room his best friend Ron and his twin brothers come to his rescue in a car that happens to be floating outside of his barred bedroom window worried, they have arrived to take Harry to their home the Burrow.
Not sure whether i was attempting to write a review, summary or poem for Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets’ first few chapters, but it’s not very good. Far too many words beginning with w. Back to the drawing board.
1, Tell us about you, and your writing (themes, influences etc.)
I have been concerned about the environment since I read Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring as a teenager. I also worked on the national staff of the first Earth Day in 1970. In April it will be the fiftieth anniversary of the first Earth Day in 1970. Unfortunately, many of the events have been cancelled. Over the years I have had a number of environmental poems published so I decided to pull some of them together in a manuscript which Fly on the Wall Poetry Press published as “Awakening: Musings on Planetary Survival”. I had previously self-published an illustrated children’s book “My Little Plastic Bag” which educates children about where plastic goes in our ecosystem. It won a number of awards and is now in Spanish and English. It has been my best seller.
I feel poets can play an important role in changing our environmental consciousness and they need to speak out in poems with clear messages. It is not a time for obscure images that we hope some people will get. Also, people are scared and depressed because of Covid-19, but they are spending a lot of time on line so we can provide inspiration and understanding for them. I recently put up a graphic on Facebook “Quarantine Your Body, Not Your Mind, Read Poetry”. A number of people shared it.
2, What are some of the ways in which you promote your work, and do you find these add, or eat into, your time writing?
We timed the release of “Awakening” to the Fiftieth Anniversary of Earth Day and I set up a number of readings through environmental groups and they all got cancelled so I am working social media and trying to get some press attention. But Covid-19 is sucking up all the oxygen. As a result, I have done some virtual book launches and will record some of the poems and put them on my website, YouTube and Facebook. I am also writing some pieces on the resurgence of eco-poetry as a set up to promote “Awakening”. If you don’t promote your work it is invisible, so you need to let people know about it.
3, What projects are you working on at present?
I am trying to find ways to promote my new book and that is time consuming, but as I have ideas for new poems I write them down and store them in a working file. It’s like planting seeds that I may watch germinate.
4, What does poetry mean to you?
Joy Harjo, our American poet laureate, is the first native American poet laureate. She says something like, “Poetry gives voice to the spirits in the wind.” I feel like we are channelling some unconscious survival instincts. In my poem in “Awakening” about the disappearance of the ecology symbol that was everywhere around the first Earth Day I write:
“if everyone lives the American dream, we will need a planet three times the size of Mother Earth and the last time I looked, she’s not gaining weight.” That sums it up for me.