High School Graduate

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Rachael and her pre-k teacher

Three year old pre-k
original teacher meets
high school graduate

Yes, this is my daughter posing with one of her preschool teachers, Mrs. Kunch. We haven’t seen her in 15 years since Rachael finished her first year of preschool. No one knew one of her classmates was from her first pre-k class. One of Rachael’s first teachers saw her graduate from high school. When she came up to us afterwards, of course we had to take a picture. The #haikuchallenge word on twitter today is original.

Oh, the Places You’ll Go!

One of my first double dactyls. And now my oldest is off to ASU in the fall and the little one finished her first year of high school with academic honors.

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I’m sure almost everyone recognizes the title of this post. Oh, the Places You’ll Go by: Dr. Seuss.  The month of May is here, once more, and as I write this post, my girls have only three weeks of school left.  Things here are going to get hectic, because both of my daughters are going places.  Gretchen will be moving up from elementary school to middle school.  Rachael will be moving up from middle school to high school.

Last month I accomplished writing at least one poem everyday.  Before the month ended, I was introduced to a new poetry form – double dactyl.

“A form of light verse invented and promoted by Paul Pascal, Anthony Hecht, and John Hollander. The double dactyl consists of two quatrains, each with three double-dactyl lines followed by a shorter dactyl-spondee pair. The two spondees rhyme. Additionally, the first line…

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Close-up

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My extreme close-up

Closer, closer still
closer – camera needs patch
Close-up collision

Yes, we went out on May 6 to First Friday and Shawn decided he needed an extreme close-up of me at 9 the gallery. I have no idea why. It was great to see his photo up in the NSFW exhibit. We had a great time at the Welcome Diner before the exhibit for dinner. Because of the rain, all the costumers gathered under the awning. We had a family dinner with strangers.

Rare rain in Phoenix
Strangers patch under awning
Instant family

Double Dactyl

Blankety Blankety
Veronica Hosking
Stressing on writing form
Double dactyl

Stretching her lexicon
Ubiquitously
Finding six syllable
Words to tractile

Hello everyone! Welcome to May. I survived #napowrimo writing more than 30 poems. This month is going to be a busy one for the Hosking family. On Friday May 6th, First Friday, my husband will have a photo on exhibit at the 9 gallery. He dropped it off yesterday and I texted him, I want seafood. He replied, I’ll see what I can do. I sent him a link to the Angry Crab Shack and the address of the Goodyear restaurant, thinking we could go for Mother’s day. A while later I get, What do you want? Seafood market prices it’s not going to be cheap. I know a bag of shrimp set me back $13. You’re there now? I LOVE you. Yes, he brought me home a bag of steamed shrimp and we shared it last night.

On May 12th, Rachael will be graduating from EMCC and then on the 18th, she graduates from AAEC. We have family coming from out of town. I spent a good portion of yesterday cleaning my bedroom. We have the dry wall repaired and Shawn moved the furniture back. He declined Parker and Sons doing the painting with our unique color scheme, they’d have to paint the whole bedroom. Mind you they would take care of moving furniture and such. But Shawn has so many knick knacks and trinkets decorating the room, he doesn’t want others moving everything. In the search of all my star trek books, I cleaned out under the bed. Oy vey, I don’t think Parker and Sons knew what they would have signed up for – dust bunnies were vanquished yesterday though. The company is supplying the paint for Shawn to repaint our bedroom though. Just sent in the color choice yesterday.

May 20th is Rachael’s 18th birthday and freshman orientation at ASU. Then May 28th is her graduations/birthday party at Nonnie’s house. If you don’t see many new posts from me this month, you know why.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 30

Farewell

Au revoir
to see again
en avril prochain
next April
mais en attendant
but until then
excusez-moi
pardon me
parlez-vous allemand
do you speak German
bien sur
of course
hausaufgaben (homework)
house of goblin
geschenk (present)
get shanked
I’m out of here

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far… okay 25 years ago in Hamburg, NY I took 5 years of high school French. Did it pay off? No clue I have only used it to confusalate my children. It actually helped Rachael in middle school once when they got a new student who spoke French. The teacher asked if anyone knew French in Arizona? Well Rachael rose her hand, my mom speaks a little French. It was enough to get Rachael assigned as the new kid’s guide. One phrase mom liked to use, Ferme la bouche. I know it’s not polite but it’s fun to say. Well in 6th grade Rachael’s homeroom teacher was Ms. Bouche; the new student started to laugh. Until then no one else in the class knew their teacher’s name was mouth.

And now Gretchen is taking German in high school. One evening at dinner she said she had math homework. But she said it in German. Rachael looked up at her and asked, you have house of goblin? Phonetic translations are fun. Then a couple weeks ago Gretchen said she will never forget present in German. Apparently her teacher said, I won’t give you a geschenk if you get it right. Ha-ha though since I’ve also been told, Ich bin so dick, means I’m so fat. I don’t think anyone in this house will forget fat in German either.

NaPoWriMo Prompttoday I’d like you to try your hand at a translation of your own. If you know a foreign language, you could take a crack at translating a poem by a poet writing in that language. If you don’t know a foreign language, or are up for a different kind of challenge, you could try a homophonic translation. Simply find a poem (or other text) in a language you don’t know, and then “translate” it based on the look or sound of the words. Stuck for a poem to translate? Why not try this one by Nobel Laureate Wislawa Szymborska? Or here’s one by another Laureate, Tomas Transtromer. Happy writing!

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 29

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Hometown Goodness 

Sahlen’s hotdogs sold
in Arizona, brings me
taste of Buffalo

Shawn and I decided to move out to Arizona at the start of 1999. Shawn was recuperating from losing his spleen back in November due to mono and we were living with my mom and dad. At the beginning of 1999, we had a lot of snow in Buffalo. Both Shawn and I were tired of dealing with snow and cold. We decided to move to warmer climes. When we first moved out here, we would fly home to visit family every summer and pack an extra box of hometown food to bring back to Arizona. We can now buy real hotdogs at our local grocery store. Yesterday Rachael and I went out to get an oil change for the car. A first for me – you know 42 is the meaning of everything; I guess it’s a good thing I learn how to keep the car maintained. Note – I do NOT have a driver’s license; it’s not as bad as it sounds. But since Rachael got her license at the end of last summer and she’ll be going to college at the end of this summer, I thought someone should teach her vehicle maintenance. Then we went out to Yogurtini for some frozen yogurt and to support 4 paws, the local cat shelter Rachael works at. She asked me what we were doing for dinner. Well Nonnie did say Fry’s had Sahlen’s hotdogs.

Remember summer
playing outside after dark
catch fireflies in jars

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem based on things you remember. Try to focus on specific details, and don’t worry about whether the memories are of important events, or are connected to each other. You could start by adopting Brainard’s uniform habit of starting every line with “I remember,” and then you could either cut out all the instances of “I remember,” or leave them all in, or leave just a few in. At any rate, hopefully you’ll wind up with a poem that is heavy on concrete detail, and which uses that detail as its connective tissue. Happy writing!

Speaking of memories, Silver Birch Press is running a learning to drive series now. Lots of great poems and memories on how it feels to drive for the first time.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 28

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Gretchen had to write about a national day

A Snippet of April

curl up in bed
brush teeth
put on pjs
watch TV
load the dishwasher
put away dinner
eat chicken salad
sauté chicken
cut up onions
chop and wash lettuce
send haiku text
cancel poetry
in April impossible
haiku are catching
weak minded controlled
by force – you don’t want to eat
pizza rolls for lunch
Noooo…
too late
in this one
the force is not strong
why did I get out of bed
roll over
turn alarm off

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that tells a story. But here’s the twist – the story should be told backwards. The first line should say what happened last, and work its way through the past until you get to the beginning. Now, the story doesn’t have to be complicated (it’s probably better if it isn’t)!

This is a snippet of my day yesterday. Yes, I am still texting haiku to Gretchen. I put pizza rolls in her lunch yesterday and I was thinking about Star Wars while we were texting during her lunch. I sent the haiku, but apparently the pizza rolls were already devoured. Then she sent me a photo of her assignment in creative writing. They had to write about a day celebrating something. FYI – the first Saturday in May is national naked gardening day. Of course my daughter decided to go with an entire non poetry month. I don’t think so, chickie.😉

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 27

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Poets.0rg April Poster

 

Cultivating Poetry

We
Find
Ourselves
The final
Wednesday writing
Long lines. I start slowly building
Syllable count line by line using Fibonacci
Numbers. One repeats becoming two then three to five adds up to eight becomes thirteen.
The sequence can be carried on as far as one wishes to multiply poetic lines; however the lines do grow unwieldy as weeds.
After climbing up to thirty-four, it is time to trim syllable count line by line.
Twenty-one falls to thirteen, then eight is cut to five.
A gardener cultivates crops
As a poet tends
To meter
And rhyme
Verse
Grows

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Today’s prompt comes to us from Megan Pattie, who points us to the work of the Irish poet Ciaran Carson, who increasingly writes using very long lines. Carson has stated that his lines are (partly) based on the seventeen syllables of the haiku, and that he strives to achieve the clarity of the haiku in each line. So today, Megan and I collectively challenge you to write a poem with very long lines. You can aim for seventeen syllables, but that’s just a rough guide. If you’re having trouble buying into the concept of long lines, maybe this essay on Whitman’s infamously leggy verse will convince you of their merits. Happy writing!

Long lines, ewww. I’m not really a fan. My attempts at prose poetry always seem to fall short. Also I just prefer short poetry. But since we are suppose to write long lines, I thought I would work on a Fibonacci verse and build up to a 34 syllable line.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 26

April Cadence

I don’t know but I’ve been told.

I don’t know but I’ve been told.

April has four days to go.

April has four days to go.

This old poet’s getting worn.

This old poet’s getting worn.

Repeating cadence in her head.

Repeating cadence in her head.

Sound off

One, two

Sound off

Three, four

Sound off

One, two..

Three, four!

 

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates a call and response. Calls-and-responses are used in many sermons and hymns (and also in sea chanties!), in which the preacher or singer asks a question or makes an exclamation, and the audience responds with a specific, pre-determined response. (Think: Can I get an amen?, to which the response is AMEN!.). You might think of the response as a sort of refrain or chorus that comes up repeatedly, while the call can vary slightly each time it is used.

What happens when a military brat reads, call and response. Of course she thinks of cadence. One, two, three…yay four complete!😉

Navy Marching Cadences