National Grammar Day

Prevent fit of pique
(or peak or maybe peek)
It’s national grammar day
Tip your editor

I do too much editing free of charge. Yesterday I was editing yet another page for oldest daughter’s Eng 102 class. She wrote about learning to ride her bike only she kept ridding her bike. I explained how one d makes it riding – long i. Two d(s) makes it ridding – short i. Then she had written; I peaked around the corner. Um that’s peeked, kiddo.

Yeah, peaked.

No it’s peaked, reaching a height or peeked, looking around or piqued, interesting someone. No I did not think of in a fit of pique.

Rachael: You mean it’s like to, too and two? I thought they were all spelled the same.

Welcome to the English language where spelling is changed but pronunciation remains the same. She complained it took her long enough to figure out they’re, their and there. Well fortunately the trio of peaks are not used as frequently. It shouldn’t be a problem often.

Then she wanted a title. I shrugged, Forgoing Training Wheels. She went with it. Typed it up as I just did and asked if it was right. I said google it because there is also foregoing and I never know which is correct. She was going to change it, but I said. No you were right. Forgo is to omit; forego is to precede. You wrote about removing your training wheels, forgoing. Yes, we were going in circles yesterday. Too bad we didn’t have these homophone problems today. Since it is national grammar day, I think I deserve a tip. Tip is the #haikuchallenge word today. I used the above poem without the second line as my haiku.

Pepper Panic Pantoum

Matching peppers, I begin to panic
Are there enough moves to complete my task
Moves start to dwindle making me manic
Am I wasting time in a dewar flask

Are there enough moves to complete my task
Words escape me, I start gasping for air
Am I wasting time in a dewar flask
Where I inhale helium unaware

Words escape me, I start gasping for air
How did I get caught in this stupid game
Where I inhale helium unaware
Holding my breath this poem isn’t lame

How did I get caught in this stupid game
Moves start to dwindle making me manic
Holding my breath this poem isn’t lame
Matching peppers, I begin to panic

Okay I play on too many Facebook games when I should be writing. I’ve advanced to level 410 on pepper panic saga. Stories of a neglectful housewife and desperate poet, right? Well today I thought my stupid game obsession should be put to some good use.

Attempt Two

Contemplating Paradelle

Isolated and alone, I sit in my room
Isolated and alone, I sit in my room
Who dares to approach me, contemplating poetry
Who dares to approach me, contemplating poetry
My room dares contemplating who I alone
approach poetry and to sit isolated in me

Creating a masterpiece
Creating a masterpiece
I check and recheck form
I check and recheck form
Recheck masterpiece creating
A form and I check

All is naught for my first attempt
All is naught for my first attempt
Erase last stanza, start again
Erase last stanza, start again
Start last attempt for is naught
All again erase my stanza first

I start again creating poetry for
All alone I sit and recheck first and last
Who again dares to attempt contemplating
Isolated a stanza is to form
My masterpiece check start
Erase room in naught

I was looking over my first attempt at the paradelle, Saturday and I realized my last stanza did not follow form. Oh well, I like how it came out and making a mistake just meant I was going to give this form another go. I think this one follows form, but if anyone notices anything amiss, let me know. Or just comment on what you think about this poem and/or form.

RIP Leonard Nimoy

Garden at Cosanti in Phoenix, AZ

Garden at Cosanti in Phoenix, AZ

Perfect moments lived
Memory cannot erase
Live long and prosper

Five days ago, Nimoy’s last tweet was:

‏@TheRealNimoy
“A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory. LLAP”

Here’s to living in every moment and cultivating perfect memories. The beautiful garden picture was taken by my wonderful husband. Today is his birthday. Unfortunately now that he is 43, he is no longer the answer to everything in the universe. But come November I’ll be able to take over the answer department ;)

LLAP Spock you will be missed but not forgotten.

Birthday Paradelle

Shawn posing as Wolverine

Shawn posing as Wolverine

Birth True Talons

Your true birth name quiz
Your true birth name quiz
Phoenix rises from the ashes
Phoenix rises from the ashes
Birth the Phoenix – name true
From ashes your quiz rises

Snap a photo of yourself
Snap a photo of yourself
Resplendent with huge talons
Resplendent with huge talons
Photo – resplendent talons
With a snap of yourself huge


Celebrate forty-three years
Celebrate forty-three years
Wolverine come out to play
Wolverine come out to play
Out wolverine celebrate
To come years play forty-three

Scratch seven year itch
Scratch seven year itch
Fifty candles shade true self
Fifty candles shade true self
Seven candles scratch fifty
Year – shade true self itch

I took “your true birth name” quiz. No one ever gets my name right and I wanted to see what my true name is – my result: Phoenix. Okay no one has ever called me Phoenix. Then the evil twin took the quiz and got the same result. I replied, identical twins with the same name how will anyone tell us apart? And my hubby asked, Who is Jean Grey? I said, It depends on who claims to be Cyclops. My sister answered, I’d rather be with Wolverine. I said, Me too; but I already have him since my husband is only 5’6″ :P and to make my statement true, hubby took a picture of himself with “claws”. I love him. Since tomorrow is his 43rd birthday, I wrote him a birthday paradelle inspired by his photo. Paradelle is the poetic form challenge at Writer’s Digest til March 15th. This was too fun to pass up. Happy Birthday, Shawn!

As for the huge talons – the birthday boy knows where it’s from.

English Lesson Rated R

Fuck – all who enter
Continue until climax
Profanity rules

Last night was the Poetry and Music Festivus at Alwun House. I was impressed by the poets predilection for speech. I would have tripped over my own tongue accentuating words as readily. Note why I was relieved to get a rejection letter last week. One of the poets recited a poem, FUCK, and Rachael’s Eng 102 professor shared the above video at the start of this semester. All the years we were told to refrain from using the F word when all it wants is a grand entrance.

#haikuchallenge word today is enter.

Exotic Art Show

Big crowd at exotic show

Big crowd at exotic show

Exotic art show
Standing outside Alwun House
to see exhibit

I do not do crowds. Standing in line, waiting to get in, I kept telling Shawn, The things I do for you. He replied, What about all the things I go to for you?

Name one? Well… you just get published. Exactly I’m an introverted writer, hiding behind my keyboard. What about the art reading?

YES! I have never been more relieved to get a rejection letter. My ekphrasis poem for the Phoenix Art Museum will not be in the Four Chambers anthology. At this point with everything Shawn and the girls have going on in February and the first part of March, I don’t know how we’d make First Friday on March 6th.

Phoenix
Metropolis
Sprawls across the valley
Urban landscape dotting desert
Ersatz

American Landscape

American Landscape

Artist/Maker:
Miklos Suba
American, 1860 – 1944
Title:
American Landscape
Photo Credit – Phoenix eMuseum

And I thought I was clever submitting an American cinquain for a painting titled American Landscape. Oh well, I don’t have to worry about passing out in front of a crowd of people trying to perform my poem now.

Vintage Romances in the Valentine State

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On Valentine’s Eve I will be attending the Exotic Art Show 31 at Alwun House http://alwunhouse.org/exotic Shawn’s artwork that inspired my Sculpting Septolet will be one of the pieces featured.

Originally posted on Back Story with Reading Arizona:

burros - CopyArizona has many nicknames – the Grand Canyon State, the Baby State, the Copper State. It is also known as the “Valentine State” because it officially entered the Union on Valentine’s Day, 1912. As industrialization and progress reached the West, with Arizona as the last piece in the contiguous United States, it was the subject of much romance and idealization. Authors found Arizona’s landscape and characters ripe inspiration for romantic literature.

Reading Arizona features many books written during this period. They were beautifully digitized as PDFs, allowing the reader to enjoy the original format. Some featured Western romances include:

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  • Janie Chase Michaels, A Natural Sequence (1895) – A young Phoenix schoolteacher falls for a mysterious rancher. Features fascinating descriptions of 1890s Phoenix and Tempe.
  • Grace Livingston Hill, The Man of the Desert (1914) – A wealthy woman separated from her family and lost in the desert is saved by a handsome…

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Throwback Thursday

Senior portrait 1992

Senior portrait 1992

Show senior picture
Commiserate braces curse
Daughter does not smile

Yesterday the Little One got braces. Since today is #tbt, I pulled out my yearbook to show her my senior picture.  I remember thinking, Ack! My braces are too visible. But neither she nor her older sister said they could see the braces in my picture. They both commented on my weird hairstyle. :P The #haikuchallenge word today is curse. At least my photo is good for something. Who sees the braces?

Desert Spring by Veronica Hosking (Where I Live Poetry & Photography Series)

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Today is my Mom’s birthday the first she is not here to celebrate. She always hated Buffalo’s cold winters. Rather appropriate she could complain at its halfway point. I’m glad my “Desert Spring” poem was posted today. Happy GroundHog’s Day! Happy Birthday, Mom!

Originally posted on Silver Birch Press:

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DESERT SPRING
by Veronica Hosking

Every morning I wake to greet
Sunshine and love my warm retreat
Back east they are shoveling snow
My desert spring lush in dry heat

Though the desert is not as green
I will not offer up a keen
Glad to miss seven feet of snow
Now where did I put my sunscreen?

IMAGE: “Sonoran Desert, Spring Bloom” by Scott McGuire. Prints available at fineartamerica.com.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Veronica Hosking is a wife, mother, and poet. She earned a Bachelor’s degree in English education at Buffalo State College before moving to the desert. Her poetry has appeared in Stone Crowns, Poetry NooknarratorINTERNATIONAL, and Silver Birch Press. She was the poetry editor for MaMaZina from 2006-2011.Veronica shares poetry about raising her two daughters and being a housewife on her blog vhosking.wordpress.com.

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