Image of the Day: Little red squirrel in my Asian Dogwood tree, squeaking continually.
I joined another on-line poetry group today, but have not been able to write a poem of the day. Trying to think of what I want to write about.
Read some prompts from various books: Wingbeats and The Daily Poet. Read some poems from a Crab Orchard Review.
Got an acceptance to Pittsburgh Poetry Review. This week, I've gotten rejected from Tahoma Literary Review and Devil's Lake.
Submitted my manuscript to Black Lawrence Press's Open reading period.
Checked on Duotrope--who's open and who's accepting/rejecting. Was interested in one press, but bothered by some of their requirements about telling them how I am a poet. The beginning of the month is always a good time to review what's going on.
Watched my submissions on Submishmash. Slowly, slowly.
Feeling that I need to be writing in my daily journal much more often than I am. Feeling that I need to read much more poetry than I am. Finding inspiration.
We Return Sparkling
by Felicia Zamora
Spun this tendency to whirl, tendency to fall
gossamer. Thread what must pull back: my muscle mimics
your muscle gorges energy & loves nothing, loves nothing.
Axis of spine, gravity possesses imprints
Brief on lungs, vocal cords, belly: a charcoal sketch
against the light silhouette wipes
in the turn. We burn out of & skin another universe
encases this headache inching outside the head. Our
once watery lungs the revolving lure of sea
brine in our nails, ocean of aortic sack—feel us beating: waves.
A sky is a sky is blue veins. We return sparkling
& out of breath tethered to gorgeous rules.