Nasty Women Phoenix

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Me at the Nasty Women Unite in Phoenix exhibit

Saturday January 14 was the opening night for Nasty Women Unite in Phoenix. Wow it was crowded and it was a cash and carry show supporting Planned Parenthood. I told Shawn the walls were going to be bare by the end of the night. And they are open again this Friday and Saturday. The first night over $11,000 was raised for the cause. Early this week they opened submissions for more artwork to display and sell this weekend.

As Shawn and I waded through the crowd, he snapped a few photos of me. I kept glancing at his phone and commented, I’m starting to look like my mother! His reply, One day you put your arm in your sleeve and your mother’s hand comes out. He enjoys reminding me of the words of Adrienne Rich.

“At 45, you put your arm into your sleeve,
and your mother’s hand comes out.”

Hey, I have a couple more years to go there, mister. But speaking of poetry and prose, this Saturday January 21st is the Nasty Women Reading should be another interesting evening. The haikuchallenge word on twitter today is doom so I wrote –

Put your arm in sleeve
One day mother’s hand comes out
Doom suffered with age

Track Star, poem by Veronica Hosking (ME, AT 17 Poetry and Prose Series)

Speaking of being a published poet, thank you Silver Birch Press.

Silver Birch Press

hosking1Track Star
by Veronica Hosking

Running on the track
I saw his muscled legs pump
Twenty years ago
I called his name and quickly
Ducked down, too shy to be seen

Running on the track
He looked around wondering,
Did I hear my name?
Unaware his future wife
Stole a glimpse of his hot bod

AUTHOR’S PHOTO CAPTION: Me (Veronica Heintz) at age 17 with Shawn Hosking dressed for my junior prom, Hamburg, New York (May 1991 — about a month after our first date).

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This poem was written in April 2011 for my husband, Shawn Hosking, to commemorate the anniversary of our first date: April 18, 1991. I was 17 years old at the time. Before Shawn came to pick me up, my sister and I drove over to watch his track practice. My sister was the one who set up the date, and beforehand I…

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Poetry in Phoenix

Last night Shawn and I attended our first Caffeine Corridor poetry feat at {9} the Gallery. It begins with open mic poetry readings. We arrived late, because Shawn had to drive all the way home to pick me up. We missed the first few readers, but many of the poets we did see kept mentioning an article recently published in the Phoenix New Times. The print version is here in the house, Shawn had Rachael pick it up at ASU on Thursday, because Joe is a friend of his, and he wanted to read the article. But by last night, neither one of us read it yet.

I read it this morning. Wow, it really is electrically charged with negative feelings about the poetry scene in Phoenix. All I can think is, Okay not everyone who gets up to read an original poem is going to be Whitman, Sandburg, Angelou (poet of your choice here), but you never know who will be the next great American poet. The fact they got up the nerve to stand in front of an audience to read and grow deserves kudos. You never know, in a number of years you may be able to say, I heard them when…

A person cannot improve on their skill locked up and alone. I thought poetry readings were encourage not disparage. I don’t go to poetry readings with my ego on my sleeve. Mostly because you won’t see me stand up and read a poem. I do enjoy the isolation of a computer. I’m more like Dickinson, the amount of poems people will find I’ve tucked away when I’m gone, that is if I don’t burn them all first. Yes, folks I’m analog and still write out more poems than not on actual paper I can burn.

When I first started the whole I’m going to be a published writer journey, my first submission experience was great. Those who read my blog, know I started submitting stories to the Star Trek Strange New Worlds anthology. I joined a wonderful online critique group specifically for SNW writers and I met great writers there who encouraged us newbies. And I realized I was pretty decent at this writing game. My second year, I submitted a story elsewhere and saw my first published piece. The other writers in that anthology introduced me to ritro.com and I started writing articles for the site. I shared Peter Pan Envy on this blog. I also wrote, The Hunt and Peck Method to Novel Writing.

No I was not interested in writing a novel – still holds true. But I also was not serious about poetry. I felt poets were egotistical, pompous jackasses until I joined gather.com and met some lovely poetry people who took the time to read the few poems I posted and comment with well done and at the same time offering ways I could improve my work. This was the kind of environment I saw at {9} the gallery last night. And it is the best way to grow as a poet. I’m not sure why the New Times journalist wrote they were nervous and did not make eye contact. They have the courage to stand in front of people and open themselves up. Maybe he should try it once instead of just printing he words out on a screen. And as for the featured poet in the article…I’m glad I did not run into his ilk when I first put poems out for critique. It was bad enough I was comparing myself to a great poetic ghost.

check ego at door
devote time to encourage
poetry will thrive

Happy New Year

I have been way too quiet lately. December was very busy here, my friend, Rick K, came to visit us. It was a nice time. We drove around in a convertible and it happened to be a warm (mid 70s and sunny) even for us in the desert.

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South Mountain Summit

High above Phoenix
Drive Summit Road, South Mountain
Top down, yields best view

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Rick and Shawn @ Third Space, Phoenix

9 the Gallery
First stop to view Shawn’s photos
Then drinks at Third Space

Jingle Bells

So back in August I wrote about taking out Grandpa’s guitar because Gretchen was taking guitar at school. And of course I got a picture of our vintage Martin with Rachael as Gretchen avoids the camera. This past weekend, I was actually able to record Gretchen playing the guitar. I told her it would be nice if Grandpa could see his guitar was being played again. She actually let me take video. But it’s only suppose to be seen by Grandpa.

Sure… whatever makes you happy.

I better not see
this on Facebook or Youtube
Daughter unaware

The #haikuchallenge word on twitter is unaware today. Everyone keep my secret.
Merry Christmas!

Hello 43 – Goodbye Everything

Veronica Hosking you just lost the meaning to everything, now what? Attend a concert sponsored by old people. Back in February, Shawn turned the ripe old age of 44 – I know, ancient right? 😉

Well AARP must think so because he got an invitation to join. Since I was still 42 at the time and knew everything, this was funny. Then a few weeks before my birthday, I was listening to an actual radio station. Yes, I’m old and still listen to dial radio stations. I heard the Barenaked Ladies were going to be in Phoenix November 19th! Ooo…only two days after my birthday and on a Saturday, making it easy to schedule in. I asked Shawn if he got my birthday present yet. He said, no, and I told him to buy tickets to the show. Of course, he claimed he was too busy. I had to buy my own birthday present!

I went to the Mesa Amphitheater website and was pleasantly surprised tickets were only $20. Then I saw – presented by AARP. Well it was only fitting since I was buying tickets for my 43rd birthday. After all I will have lost the meaning to the universe.

Both Shawn and I enjoyed the concert. It was great weather for an outdoor venue and you definitely couldn’t beat the price.

Phoenix Zoo

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Photo Credit – Zoo Photographer

On Saturday we spent the afternoon at the Phoenix Zoo to see the Nature Connects Lego Sculptures. It’s been awhile (over 4 years) since our last visit to the zoo. On the way in they had green screens set up for photos. This was new and of course I wanted to see what they photoshopped us into. Pretty neat picture and keepsake for the day.

Tired of 9 to 5
quits to build Lego sculptures
dare to be yourself

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Lego Peacock at zoo entrance

Nature Connects will be up until January. Definitely well worth the visit.

Riding the Rails

Here we are once more October 12th has swung around again. Today Shawn and I are celebrating our 20th anniversary! Wow where did all those years disappear to. Well five years ago, we took a week and traveled New Mexico, Santa Fe, Taos, and Ghost Ranch. Of course we wanted to do something special for twenty years. But now we have a child in college and not as much mad money.

Gretchen is on fall break this entire week. And Rachael had a short fall break with ASU. They had off on Monday and Tuesday. This gave Shawn and me an opportunity to get away over the weekend. Back in August, I was looking at day trips and found Ales on Rails by the Verde Canyon Railway. Oktoberfest lunch, beer sampling, and then a ride on the train. Perfect since Shawn and I took a train trip for our honeymoon.

 

Shawn and I drove up to Clarkdale Sunday morning, checked in to get our train tickets, enjoyed an Oktoberfest meal and beer sampling, and then boarded the train. It’s a four hour tour of the Verde Valley while onboard, we had more food and drinks and then birthday cake. A lovely young lady was celebrating her 7th birthday and shared cake with the car. When we disembarked Shawn and I checked into a hotel in Cottonwood. In the lobby Shawn picked up one of those free magazines and noticed the cover artist was the featured artist in September for 9 the gallery. Two hours outside of Phoenix and we still read things about the city.

Gifts for 20th anniversary – traditional is china, modern is platinum. Notice the picture of our rings. Shawn insisted on a platinum wedding band twenty years ago; I figure I’m covered on that one. And traditional gifts in this relationship has turned into limericks. Be forewarned I’ve been married to this man for 20 years and it doesn’t take a genius to realize what rhymes with china.

 

Happy couple celebrates twenty years
ride Oktoberfest train sampling beers
too trendy for china
he craves her vagina
chugs over orgasmic crescendo and cheers

If I Ponder, poem by Veronica Hosking (IF I Poetry and Prose Series poem)

Thank you, Melanie for featuring my golden shovel poem in the If I series.

Silver Birch Press

ifIf I Ponder
by Veronica Hosking

 If I ponder A Question
To read a poem inside a
poem, trying to echo voice
looking at what another said
I mean sit down and really look
Can you truly see me?

Words are written on the page in
a frenzy, thoughts spill out the
question posed, gazing at the stars
And

I am not confident they will tell
the truth so I look inside me
Is it possible to truly
know all the thoughts men
will voice over coffee of
all the poems written on earth

If
Powerful two letters holds all
we have ever pondered in the
cosmos, we tremble soul-and-body
lingering on what-ifs scars

There are many people who were
consumed contemplating verse, not
one poet questioned life or love too
much

If Rudyard Kipling failed to
write of more what loss we’d pay
searching…

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