Sunday, April 20, 2014

What if? A Magpie Tales Poem

>> Note: Normally I post my poetry at my Julie Jordan Scott Poetry Page but Typepad has been experiencing some sort of attack with a lot of downtime for the last few days. I decided to come to this alternative blogging location and share my response to today's Magpie Tales Prompt. Here goes:

Finland, 1968 George Mobley (Prompt from Magpie Tales)

What if
We all kissed?
Each one
Choose one
(or several as in
Mama’s and kidlets)
What if
We all hugged?
Open arms
Rush in
Laugh, cry, gasp
Whisper secrets
What if
We all looked
And listened
And sniffed
And allowed the
Skin on our faces
To be lifted up
To greet the rain -
What if our
Faces kissed the rain
And didn’t wipe the
Kisses off?
What if?
What if?
What if?

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Discovery Under the Mystery of Being Unable to Post with Blogspot

When I use my friend's computer, I mysteriously MAY post with blog spot. How odd.

If you are looking for a post of mine, you are more likely to find it at Julie Unplugged.  I had literally given up on the google related blogs because they didn't let me comment or post. I still don't know what the problem is, but I did discover by sheer luck (and the use of my friend's computer) that I am able to post from here...

So, from here I will post to wishcast wishes, etc that I normally am unable to do due to weird incompatibilities.

love, love, love to you all....

Monday, May 30, 2011

I Wish

someone could tell me why blogger is acting so weird and why I am not staying logged in so I can comment other people's blogs with ease.

Dear Blogger,

I AM FRUSTRATED with your commenting/logging in process!



Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Up for a Writing Challenge? Write Your Random Metaphor

(I blog more regularly at Julie Unplugged, but typepad was being annoying yesterday so I decided to blog here, instead...

There is something both silly and sacred about what we randomly discover as we hopskotch through our everyday lives.

Some people see little, hear less and smell only frying bacon or perhaps the siren song of a fresh dollar bill.

And then there are those who share my love of the nuanced, the odd image caught from the corner of the eye or the synchronicity of seeing the color yellow at every turn.

Yesterday I received my daily photo taking prompt from Flickr Group Roulette which called me into nature for a photo. I immediately knew the where the who and almost the what. Last week when I arrived at San Miguel Commemorative Grove I followed an egret down an unusual to me path and at one point I saw a rabbit at the end of an unknown to me off-shoot path, taking a sip at one of the fingers of the river that didn't exist visibly until this season. The shadows and the leaf cover begged to be photographed.

I couldn't wait for the opportunity to visit and photograph in this space.

In the five days in between visits, my sacred morning spot turned into something of a grand central station late afternoon happy hour spot. There was trash and papers and I shook my head when I saw condom wrappers thrown about like popcorn on the floor of a movie theater following a bargain matinee. "This isn't what it looked like last time," I semi-apologized to the friend I invited on this photo taking adventure ~ my human tripod, so to speak.

I had my cobalt blue work-in-progress poetry duck in one hand and quickly manuevered into place. This was going to be a fast shoot, we had no time and I couldn't afford any messing around or cleaning up, we had to work with what was there. We took some quick shots and I gathered my things to go and then my friend noticed something in the river fingers. "Oh my gosh," he said, "condoms, used, floating."

Last Summer in Oakland I had photographed a purple used condom that found its resting place in the sidewalk in a very graceful heart shape.

I understand, when you notice a condom dancing in the water as if doing water ballet, it must be photographed. This is a necessity of a creative soul's life.

I wasn't expecting the random photography to continue into this morning, when I discovered some very old silver while seeking set-dressing for Stage Door. I was primarily looking for china and any random candy dishes or cut glass photo frames when I saw the small plastic bag along with a handwritten note from my mother. "Look at the date for Aunt Julie's fork." There, on the tiny fork emblazoned with "Juliette" was a '94. proudly proclaiming my Great Aunt and namesakes birth: 1894.

She would have been 103 years old when my Emma was born in 1997.

I took the spoons out of the bag and held them in my paint splotched hand, my breath held in amazement.

I turned the forks over, mine from 1962, hers from nearly 70 years before.

I never expected to find such a treasure in a box in my pantry closet. It had been sitting, waiting to be discovered, for years.

I sit on my writing porch, thinking of what I need to do in the next couple hours and I debate internally which metaphor to write.

I want to flaunt convention, like I bet my Great Aunt Julie did and like that condom did. Other condoms just disintegrate. That condom was a water ballet dancer and became art amongst worms, forever immortalized in the condom world. Great Aunt Julie left behind a curious fork, among other things. This is different, though, than the dishware and glassware I own that belonged to her. This fork was from the infant Aunt Julie. It is an intimate peek into her first family connections, not of the Aunt Julie who was of San Francisco society.

I want to leave it to you, instead.

What metaphors do you find in these very different, very random images stretched across more than a century?

What connections, memories, ideas spring up from within you, asking to be written?

Write them now.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Reverbing on Julie Unplugged

Beloved friends -

If you clicked through here via Reverb, my posts are all happening on my JulieUnplugged Blog. I sincerely hope you will check them out there!

I have neglected this blog, which I created almost solely because it makes it easier to comment on blogger and blogspot when you HAVE a blogger or blogspot blog. So now I have several, because... that is the Julie-esque thing to do.

But the most common places to find me - and my Reverberations... is Julie Unplugged. :-)

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Busy in the Middle of Art Every Day Month, Etc...

Wow. This has been a nearly insane November. Complete, unadulterated insanity ~ and naturally I am loving it.

I have been busy, busy, busy with Art Everyday Month. My posts for that annual event may be found on my Julie Unplugged blog.

My poetry continues to be my life blood. In fact, I have two performances this month. So exciting! To read my poetry, visit my Poetry Blog.

And finally  - I am going to link to a performance of a poem/anthem I wrote called "This November." I hope you enjoy it!

Friday, September 24, 2010

In this moment I hear ohmmmm....

I was surprised to find myself writing along with the group during the freewriting time during "And Now You Write." This isn't my usual - normally as facilitator I just hold the space...but the power of the collaboration moved my pencil. I could not stop these words from being born if I tried!

So, that being said, here is what I heard and wrote today during the And Now You Write session:

I vote for the oh, the pitter patter of gloating jokes leave foam at the open mouth of the ugliest gnome. A sassy pants drone, he is. My heart's metronome calls, instead, for ohm. It invokes my soul home, and the round mouth bicycle tire spokes of bristle cone seeds taking root in my spoken truth woven in ohm.

In this moment, I hear ohm. Ohm. Ohm....

If you would like to experience the creative writing community of "And Now You Write" please join us for this, and other, writing prompts.