Sunday 26 April 2009

Hi Karen

So lovely to see your gorgeous self alongside with the cutest swishest,sexy car. Well done. Yes, we could well to follow the idea of the poetry juxtaposing two alongside. Amazing how well it works.

I know haven't been using the blog, but the group have been busy beavers, (American expression, don't think we have beavers). Today was a delight we had a rehearsal for our lit festival performance of 'On the Sandringham Line'. Luke Serano came and played wonderful music on his Saxophone. We were thrilled to have Sandra his mum,somehow engage her delightful son for his time, let alone all the equipment he set up for said performance, and talent for the rehearsal. in May. It is going to be quite some afternoon in May. Music, poetry, wine cheese. Wish you were here.

I will send all Coast Liners an email to have a look at the blog so they can share your poem and see you standing there in vivid sunshine, talking with us online. Shame on us, here is Karen in America using our blog and we are remiss. So let's get blogging.
Since you departed we have some new members. Now have 15 members are have become quite a presence in Bayside. The Leader has given some time to us and the all important Melbourne Weekly has also mentioned our group. In July we will read on radio and will definitely be a presence at the Lit festival this year.

Maybe Tricia will send some photos of today. I took some, but am not yet trained to use flikr. Tricia is going to teach me.

We miss you.

Cecilia

Greetings from the 45th parallel--NORTH

G'day Mates!

I miss our group!!! I haven't been writing much poetry, have been focusing more on creative non-fiction, because I was in a class. Also, I think it's easier! Here's one I did write not too long ago. This was also a result of a workshop. The facilitator suggested we take poems on two subjects that we'd been working on that perhaps we were having trouble with. Then see how you could interweave them to make something new. You might want to try this.

Builder’s Error

It was meant to be intimate--
a cozy deck for a tete a tete,
a resting place for humble, bare feet,
but it juts out prominant as a ship’s prow.

My sister calls, says, It is not a tragedy.
Only five of the lymph nodes hosted cancer cells,
dirty squatters we had hoped would be evicted
with the removal of her breast.

The deck dominates the yard,
flaunts its hubris as if to challenge
the wind.

Flatten yourself against the earth;
try to become unnoticeable.

I wake at 2 filled with anxiety.
It’s not a tragedy. It can be fixed.
It will just take longer and cost
much, much more.


Anyway, my sister is doing well, coming for a visit this weekend with another sister. She's finished w/chemo, has some hair and things look good!

Hope you are all well. Please plass on my thanks to Dave for recent comments on my blog--I don't have his email address. And Tricia and Annetine, it's nice to hear from you! And, Cecilia--we're overdue for a phonecall!

Great to see that most of you are now authors on the blog--but WHERE ARE YOU! No posts since Feb??? Tsk, tsk. I'm sure you are busy writing. :-)

Cheers,

Karen

PS Car is our new toy, a 2007 Pontiac Solstice. Appropriate colour, don't you think?