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About quillfyre

I'm a poet and member of the League of Canadian Poets published in Ottawa journals and online. My poems have received Honourable Mentions in Arborealis 2008, Ontario Poetry Society, and the Canadian Authors Association National Capital Writing Contest in 2008 and 2011. I began writing on a manual green Olivetti typewriter, but I don’t miss having poems flavoured with correction fluid and cross-outs.

A poem for Friday the 13th

No, today is not my birthday, but I did write this for my birthday back in April.

Circling Friday the 13th date on calendar with...

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13 is Not My Unlucky Number

You say Friday the 13th and spooky
in the same sentence. You say unlucky.
I say Friday the 13th and birthday.
Being born on the 13th day has its own burdens.

To see ill luck upon my special day
would be an unlucky omen, oxymoron.
Bad luck cancelling good? Imagine
what kind of birthday wishes I might
choose, blowing out candles in an ill wind.

I always counter the bad luck quotes.
My lucky number is often 13.

Carol A. Stephen

No-Comfort Zone Challenge week ending July 8

This week I have done not one, but two submissions to print journals. So now I just wait and see.

For a little while, I will be focusing on whipping some more poems into shape.  And to work on not doing marathon computer sessions. I become so focused on things at times that I forget to eat, to drink water, to get up and move around. That’s one of the reasons that I need to work on balance.

English: veggies

English: veggies (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This week I am going to try more healthy behaviours!  No chocolate, more veggies, and eating breakfast. Because I jump onto the computer as soon as I pour my first coffee, I get immersed in emails, internet, all those distractions. I think the first thing then is to do something different while enjoying that first cuppa.

English: A photo of a cup of coffee. Esperanto...

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Right now it’s very hot here in eastern Ontario, but still bearable in the mornings, so I think breakfast on the deck is just the thing!

No-Comfort Zone Challenge for the Week ending July 1 2012

So, this week how did I do on my challenges?  As I noted last week, I have almost finished my next chapbook: edited the poems, formatted and put everything into the template I have. Designed my cover and played with fonts. Now I am waiting to decide whether or not I will keep the poems that are out on submission or change the title and remove those two. I can wait a bit longer, see if I hear back.

But in the meantime, gave myself some eyestrain, so

That's the name for this thing that you look t...

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I have to watch how many hours at the keyboard and glaring screen.  I did, however, make an appointment to have my annual eye exam. (YUCK!)  I hate those because I am always afraid of “failing the test.” Yes, I know. I can’t fail it. But I can make mistakes about what I can see and how well. I suppose I imagine myself doomed to walk around in glasses that

Pinhole glasses, a kind of eyeglasses.

Pinhole glasses, a kind of eyeglasses. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

skew my vision. Sometimes I just have to laugh about how silly my phobias and fears are.

In the meantime, I have submitted four poems to the Rattle Poetry Prize contest, and selected another four for my next magazine submission. I thought I knew where they were going but they don’t match the theme coming up for Room, so I will get them off to a different place, and work on others for Room.

I think I’ve figured out why getting submissions out is so difficult for me. I was thinking about it yesterday. It is sort of like going someplace I’ve never been before. I research and mapquest and used to even drive there if I could the day before just so I would know where I was going.  So here, submitting, is like that. My poems are going to go someplace they haven’t been before. My old fear about “doing things right”.  Silly, when I look at it that way, isn’t it? Well, let’s see what insight does for me. (Yeah, I just looped back to the fears and phobias, didn’t I?)

Tangles

Tangles (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Cheers,  till next time!

Carol

A Button Poem

button collection: detail

button collection: detail (Photo credit: chronographia)

Today’s poem challenge from dversepoets is to write about buttons. So, here’s my little offering.

Closet Buttons

High on my closet shelf,
a box of buttons. With care,
I matched them, colour-coded,
size-sorted, in little plastic pouches,
and an odd collection of singles
from years of new jackets, pants
and blouses, each came with one
replacement button and that mysterious
inch or two of thread.

Yet as I write the poem the mystery
resolves, the thread’s not for matching
colour, it’s for attaching button to cloth.

But it’s always thick and sturdy,
that thread. To coax it through
a needle’s eye, would tax my own,
my fingers, grown too clumsy, and me
without the required pound of patience.

Carol A. Stephen
July 1, 2012