Marly Youmans's Blog, page 150




Shiny! Look at the hardware...
I put money where other people's mouths are.
Little brother on his sister's birthday, age 13.

I hate to bump Meri Wells from the top spot before today is finished (go see!) but just felt like saying a big, echoing, tunnel-mad Happy Birthday! to my third and youngest child. Fourteen years ago on this day a little runt and I were both trying our best to die

What is that--precious jar of unguent,
ambrosia gone soft and dangerous,
clay cradling beads of gold to soothe the sea
when the storms rise and the selkies toss?

Perhaps it is a gift for my youngest child,
who is 14 today. Happy birthday!



Pensive, dreaming of landscapes we do not know.



Gallery frolic and caw.



He held my hand. Was both fearsome and sweet.




Riot of forms... the

Signs of nanopress editing!

Nic Sebastian hails from Arlington, Virginia and travels widely. Her first collection, Forever Will End On Thursday (http://bit.ly/dFWcg6) was edited by Jill Alexander Essbaum and published by Lordly Dish Nanopress -- a poetry press with a twist (http://bit.ly/dZQNEU). Her work has appeared in Valparaiso Poetry Review, Anti-, MiPOesias, Salt River Review, Mannequin

Close by was a little table with the words DRINK ME
written on the table in gold letters.
At Castell Powis, near Welshpool, Powys, Wales.



A tiny, tiny house belonging to little Alis
and her family at Ceinws--
but who could live in a house so small?



Clive Hicks Jenkins
invites me to climb up and pass through a portal
between two worlds--
one of them inhabited by strange beings.
At Meri

Wandering, I find pottery guardians in the garden.
Am I in Wales?  Elsewhere, I think.



A glimpse of the ceramics studio and sheep field beyond,
with a table topped with an old piece of slate
that Meri traded for some concrete blocks.



A headless and quartered creature
pinned to the boards!



Meri Wells's studio, with a view of field and mountain.



Here I am rambling the yard--
earth

Last night we had precisely two dozen (counted by those bean-counters, my sons) people turn out to listen to poetry from The Throne of Psyche at the Green Toad despite the vacation (leftover snow day linked to Memorial Day weekend) beginning that afternoon and despite tornado warnings for our region. And I had a grand time! Lots of laughter and clapping and finger snapping and good questions and

Banner, Via Negativa
MY: So now we have billions of web pages ... It's easy for readers to feel lost; it's easy for writers starting out to feel swamped or invisible. How do you think a writer who wants to make his or her way in an e-world can find a place? How does such a person find the readers who will feel kindred or be interested?

MY: So now we have billions of web pages ... It's easy for

A reminder:
I am reading from The Throne of Psyche--

7 p.m. May 26, Thursday
The Green Toad Bookstore
198 Main, Oneonta NY



This does have something to do with the poem...
Well, it's another wacky morning at the Miller-Youmans residence. Already racked up about sixty facebook suggestions--they're zooming up fast, all witty or silly or now-and-then helpful--on how to get the teeny forest mice (

A reading from The Throne of Psyche
(Mercer University Press)
7:00 p.m. Thursday May 26
The Green Toad Bookstore
198 Main St., Oneonta NY

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Not pink shell azalea but rhododendron!
Pink, though!
Picture by my mother, Cullowhee, May 2011.
This poem is one that was requested by a number of people at my recent reading at City Lights in Sylva, North Carolina. I went to high school in Cullowhee

Anne Morrison Smyth
in qarrtsiluni

MY: How and why did you and Beth Adams begin qarrtsiluni? What has surprised you along the way?

DB: Beth and I were part of a group of creative writers and artists, all bloggers, who came together to launch qarrtsiluni in August 2005 as a group-writing/publishing exercise. We took turns as editors, two and three at a time, of what were at first monthly