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Showing posts with label Claudia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Claudia. Show all posts
Monday, 8 November 2010
One Shot Spotlight: Your Turn (Round 2)
One of the biggest privledges of being a part of the One Shot team, besides the incredible talent I work with, is to get to spotlight some of the amazing talent we find joining us here for One Shot Wednesday and in the blogosphere in general. It give me great pleasure each week to lay some of the best of the best before you, so we can encourage them in their craft.
The first week of last month, I opened the floor to you to throw the spotlight on some fresh and new faces that you had found in the blogosphere. Today I want to do that again.
Who have you read that is good this week? Drop their name and blog address in the comments and tell us why you want to spotlight them.
Happy Monday everyone! Can't wait to see who you spotlight. ~Brian
Labels:
adam dustus,
Brian Miller,
Chris Galford,
Claudia,
Leslie Moon,
Pete Marshall,
poets,
Spotlight
Tuesday, 2 November 2010
One Stop Spotlight - Luke Prater
Luke lives in rural South-West England with a Mac, a guitar or two, a silent fridge and a brain that won’t switch off.
I stumbled right into his WordSalad a few weeks ago and immediately loved the taste of the ingredients he mixes in an imaginative and skilled way - so I can highly recommend to jump over there and enjoy his formidable and tasty word-salad creations..
Luke also runs a Facebook poetry crit group and will provide more information about this below.
The poem he chose for us is a Villanelle - one of Luke's favorite forms of poetry - enjoy!
~ Claudia
And here is some information about the Facial Expression Poetry Circle:
About seven months ago I had the idea to use the Facebook Group platform to start a group specifically so poets could post their work, read the work of others, and in particular give and receive constructive criticism, which I find to be lacking in other places. Often poets are afraid to offer honest feedback to their peers because they don't want to cause any offence, but also because (and this really does happen a lot, it seems), no matter what the quality of the work, positive, back-slapping feedback is given because it pleases the poet, and the commenter knows they will get a similar response in return on their work. This is fine, but how does that help me learn? How will I see that I have a tendency to, for instance, end my free-verse pieces on a single line in an effort to come full-circle and 'wrap things up' (I see this again and again and do it myself sometimes), when it is redundant because I have said all that, and more, in the body of the poem? Constructive crit/honest feedback (with tact, of course), is truly the greatest gift a peer can give. Our poet friends can actually do us a disservice by continually evading pointing out a penchant for cliched phrasing when on a certain topic. Please, tell me! How else will I learn?
Now we have a strong, busy group with several other admins, and we learn very fast in that give-and-take, collaborative environment. It is also a lot of fun. I know I have much to learn. There are many many of these groups on Facebook, all shapes and sizes, but I have purposefully kept Facial Expression Poetry Circle smaller and more intimate - though we take anyone who requests to join. Novice poets either take the crit, work hard and become decent poets very quickly, or stop posting - simply because they aren't yet ready to take honest feedback. One has to be in a place where not too much of the ego is invested in the poem and the poet is open to learning. I love blogging, but if someone forced me to choose between the blog and the Poetry Groups I would be with the Groups. My blog is a showcase of my polished pieces, but the Group is where I learn to write poetry. This is more important for me. New members, as I said, are welcome. Are you ready to take the crit? Great. Let's do it.
I stumbled right into his WordSalad a few weeks ago and immediately loved the taste of the ingredients he mixes in an imaginative and skilled way - so I can highly recommend to jump over there and enjoy his formidable and tasty word-salad creations..
Luke also runs a Facebook poetry crit group and will provide more information about this below.
The poem he chose for us is a Villanelle - one of Luke's favorite forms of poetry - enjoy!
~ Claudia
To Ashes (villanelle)
The fire was lit, the pyre a plume,
a wedding day became a wake;
deep red the wine, and black the moon.
A darking day for bride and groom,
of burning flesh it stank, the cake.
The fire was lit, the pyre a plume.
Sick shades of grey creep-skulking loom
as ash descends upon the lake.
Deep red the wine, and black the moon.
Throats parched, they prayed for long monsoon;
just sullied lake, and wine, to slake.
The fire was lit, the pyre a plume.
See ashen-face and ash impugn,
mere ashes of his wife to take.
Deep red the wine, and black the moon.
The daybreak grey they can't presume
as steps into the distance make.
The fire was lit, the pyre a plume,
deep red the wine, and black the moon.
© Luke Prater
And here is some information about the Facial Expression Poetry Circle:
About seven months ago I had the idea to use the Facebook Group platform to start a group specifically so poets could post their work, read the work of others, and in particular give and receive constructive criticism, which I find to be lacking in other places. Often poets are afraid to offer honest feedback to their peers because they don't want to cause any offence, but also because (and this really does happen a lot, it seems), no matter what the quality of the work, positive, back-slapping feedback is given because it pleases the poet, and the commenter knows they will get a similar response in return on their work. This is fine, but how does that help me learn? How will I see that I have a tendency to, for instance, end my free-verse pieces on a single line in an effort to come full-circle and 'wrap things up' (I see this again and again and do it myself sometimes), when it is redundant because I have said all that, and more, in the body of the poem? Constructive crit/honest feedback (with tact, of course), is truly the greatest gift a peer can give. Our poet friends can actually do us a disservice by continually evading pointing out a penchant for cliched phrasing when on a certain topic. Please, tell me! How else will I learn?
Now we have a strong, busy group with several other admins, and we learn very fast in that give-and-take, collaborative environment. It is also a lot of fun. I know I have much to learn. There are many many of these groups on Facebook, all shapes and sizes, but I have purposefully kept Facial Expression Poetry Circle smaller and more intimate - though we take anyone who requests to join. Novice poets either take the crit, work hard and become decent poets very quickly, or stop posting - simply because they aren't yet ready to take honest feedback. One has to be in a place where not too much of the ego is invested in the poem and the poet is open to learning. I love blogging, but if someone forced me to choose between the blog and the Poetry Groups I would be with the Groups. My blog is a showcase of my polished pieces, but the Group is where I learn to write poetry. This is more important for me. New members, as I said, are welcome. Are you ready to take the crit? Great. Let's do it.
Tuesday, 26 October 2010
One Shot Wednesday Week 17
Welcome to One Shot Wednesday. I'm Moondustwriter (aka Leslie Moon) hosting this round of poetry. We want each of you to feel welcome at One Stop Poetry. I'm thinking this week's poetry might have some unusual characteristics since Halloween is lurking. (come back this weekend I think the guys have a few things under their sleeves.) If you have been coming by regularly, can I encourage you to at least read the post before yours so that each person has at least one comment (this is especially true for late posts). If you are new, please comment and tell us who you are so we can welcome you properly.
Thanks to each of you for your wonderful writing and for inspiration each week.
Here is the format for those of you just starting
1. Write a poem
2. Come to One Shot Tuesday night or anytime Wednesday and put in the necessary information on Mr Linky. If Mr Linky is down you will need to put the URL in the comment box. The URL is the web page address of your poem
3. Leave a comment (we love to hear from you)
4. Take a few moments to read a poem or two and give some words of kindness. I personally like constructive criticism but if you do that keep it positive.We have poets of all levels. I know how much it means when the reader can give the poet some encouragement. Thanks all of you for always knowing the right thing to say.
Have a great One Shot Wednesday
One Stop Spotlight - The Way to You - a poem by Marlene Giraud
Do you believe in love at first sight when it comes to poetry..? I do... since I stumbled upon Marlene Giraud's poetry at Qbanpoet during One Shot Wednesday...
The intensity and atmosphere in her writing and the fantastic use of imagery captured me from the very first minute and drew me into the world, she creates with her words..a world you can feel and smell and taste...
Here is what she wrote for us - relax - take a deep breath - and - enjoy...!!
~ Claudia
The Way to You
1
I drive the same route to see you
the back beaten pathway through horse country,
fields with fences the ponies jump during season,
dead empty for now,
dried up and rusted farm equipment,
the uses for which I have no clue,
but you would.
And you’d explain to me the subtleties of tractor engines
and round service cord or some such thing.
Machinery and names of tools catalogued in your mind.
You’d see how the fences were carved or cut or stained or hauled or built
from this distance
like you can see the dining room tables, arm chairs, floorboards,
desk or dais
waiting to be prepared in planks of wood.
Maybe you can see inside trees to the whorls and markings
and know how old they are
like a dendrochronologist or super hero with x-ray vision.
If you were here,
you’d admire the farm hands, metal workers, wood walkers, groomers, and saddlers
and disdain the polo players’ audience
because they were watching not working.
2
I’m piecing poetry to pop songs
that’d make you grimace,
noticing how odd it is that when you pull up to a stoplight
and look at the neighbor car, they know to look directly
back at you.
I’m aware of burger kings on corners
and boston terriers on sidewalks,
the smell of French fries
and the vision of black and white and fur.
I’m involved in the metaphor of the pine needle
trapped in my windshield wipers
wondering how many times it too has made the journey
to see you.
I see the familiar inland sunset
all rosy purple orange colors
contrasting the digital dashboard green
and gray upholstery of my decidedly girly cruiser.
The vintage style speedometers
versus the suburban sprawl of shopping plazas,
scenes so homey and recognizable
I could close my eyes and steer straight
all the way to you.
© Marlene Giraud
And for those of you, who may have fallen in love as well while reading this, meet the Poet Marlene Giraud - here she's giving us some background information:
I'm 31 years old and work as a nanny. I've been writing since I was a child but poetry became my passion in high school. I became editor of the school's literary magazine and helped create the still running coffeehouse poetry performance night called "Mudslide Cafe." At Eckerd College I continued to write and perform poetry. (The picture on my blog on the About the Poet page is from a performance in college. So old! I need new pictures!) I have a BA in Creative Writing. I wrote a chapbook of poetry called, "'I Care Little for my Body,' She Said." In my adulthood, I've performed at Greenberry's Coffeehouse and because of that I was featured in Wellington Magazine. I belong to the Poets of the Palm Beaches, a non-profit organization dedicated to supporting and encouraging the creation of original poetry in Palm Beach County, Florida. Recently, a friend was encouraging me to start writing again and self publish on the web. I told him I have poetry in my head all day long. It's always there. He asked me how I see the world. I told him I see it in metaphor. Whenever I witness the smallest things the larger worldly meaning comes to me like a beetle bumping repeatedly against my screen porch is a metaphor for our struggle to find meaning in life. He said, "Uh yeah, not everybody thinks that way. You have a gift and it's criminal not to write it down and share it." So, I started Qbanpoet.com.
The intensity and atmosphere in her writing and the fantastic use of imagery captured me from the very first minute and drew me into the world, she creates with her words..a world you can feel and smell and taste...
Here is what she wrote for us - relax - take a deep breath - and - enjoy...!!
~ Claudia
The Way to You
1
I drive the same route to see you
the back beaten pathway through horse country,
fields with fences the ponies jump during season,
dead empty for now,
dried up and rusted farm equipment,
the uses for which I have no clue,
but you would.
And you’d explain to me the subtleties of tractor engines
and round service cord or some such thing.
Machinery and names of tools catalogued in your mind.
You’d see how the fences were carved or cut or stained or hauled or built
from this distance
like you can see the dining room tables, arm chairs, floorboards,
desk or dais
waiting to be prepared in planks of wood.
Maybe you can see inside trees to the whorls and markings
and know how old they are
like a dendrochronologist or super hero with x-ray vision.
If you were here,
you’d admire the farm hands, metal workers, wood walkers, groomers, and saddlers
and disdain the polo players’ audience
because they were watching not working.
2
I’m piecing poetry to pop songs
that’d make you grimace,
noticing how odd it is that when you pull up to a stoplight
and look at the neighbor car, they know to look directly
back at you.
I’m aware of burger kings on corners
and boston terriers on sidewalks,
the smell of French fries
and the vision of black and white and fur.
I’m involved in the metaphor of the pine needle
trapped in my windshield wipers
wondering how many times it too has made the journey
to see you.
I see the familiar inland sunset
all rosy purple orange colors
contrasting the digital dashboard green
and gray upholstery of my decidedly girly cruiser.
The vintage style speedometers
versus the suburban sprawl of shopping plazas,
scenes so homey and recognizable
I could close my eyes and steer straight
all the way to you.
© Marlene Giraud
And for those of you, who may have fallen in love as well while reading this, meet the Poet Marlene Giraud - here she's giving us some background information:
I'm 31 years old and work as a nanny. I've been writing since I was a child but poetry became my passion in high school. I became editor of the school's literary magazine and helped create the still running coffeehouse poetry performance night called "Mudslide Cafe." At Eckerd College I continued to write and perform poetry. (The picture on my blog on the About the Poet page is from a performance in college. So old! I need new pictures!) I have a BA in Creative Writing. I wrote a chapbook of poetry called, "'I Care Little for my Body,' She Said." In my adulthood, I've performed at Greenberry's Coffeehouse and because of that I was featured in Wellington Magazine. I belong to the Poets of the Palm Beaches, a non-profit organization dedicated to supporting and encouraging the creation of original poetry in Palm Beach County, Florida. Recently, a friend was encouraging me to start writing again and self publish on the web. I told him I have poetry in my head all day long. It's always there. He asked me how I see the world. I told him I see it in metaphor. Whenever I witness the smallest things the larger worldly meaning comes to me like a beetle bumping repeatedly against my screen porch is a metaphor for our struggle to find meaning in life. He said, "Uh yeah, not everybody thinks that way. You have a gift and it's criminal not to write it down and share it." So, I started Qbanpoet.com.
Tuesday, 19 October 2010
One Shot Poetry Wednesday - Week 16
Welcome to One Shot Wednesday - Week 16
On behalf of all the team at One Stop Poetry, I welcome you to another One Shot Wednesday. I am Pete Marshall & I will be your host this evening.
Over the last couple of weeks I haven't been around as much as i would like and actually missed out on lasts weeks One Shot, which was an amazing week of poetry. Those who know me and follow my work will understand the reasons why but I would still like to take this opportunity to thank all of you who have forwarded kind words of support over the last few weeks...you know who you are and I thank you immensely from the bottom of my heart,
Anyway enough of that, I am back and looking forward to yet another amazing feast of poetic brilliance!
When we started One Shot we had a dream and with all your help & support that dream has become a reality! One Stop Poetry has become a platform to help promote your work and bridge the path towards publication, once published it is also there as your friend to help you on your continued journey.
If you're new to OSW, here's how it works:
1) post a poem on your blog
2) Link your poem to One Shot using Mr Linky, where the prompt asks put the URL for the poem there. The URL is the web address for your poem
3) Visit other One Shot Poets. Tell them how you feel when your are reading, encourage and interact with them
4) Tell others about OSW by including a link to this page on your post
Once again thank you for taking part & let the festivities begin
One Stop Spotlight - Steven Marty Grant
Strong, honest, touching, sometimes harsh and disaffected, sometimes very gentle but always to the point and passionate. These are some words, I would describe Steven's poetry with. Unblurred, evocative and with an eye for what's going on inside and around him. It's never shallow and never soft-focused - but very real and heartfelt - it touches - and that's why I love to read Steven's poetry!
Make sure to check out his poetry blog "Urbanality" to read more of his fantastic work
..and here's what he has written for us...enjoy..
~ Claudia
"Manhattan Progression"
Quiescence:
Silence and darkness
never take Manhattan
but at 3:30 Monday
morning they stake
a claim on the island
and brace for attack.
Portland, fly ash, slag
and aggregate groan
and weep in the shadows
above carbon arc
and incandescence.
The wounds inflicted
by decades of Checker
and Crown Vic abuse
have a moment to heal
and sometimes
in those lonely hours
you can even dream.
Crescendo:
The tenuous stillness
of fragile dawn is eroded
by the tin horns of steel cattle
as they herd through the tunnels.
The Midtown, Battery
Holland and Lincoln
belch rubber and chrome,
and foul the unruffled
air of daybreak.
The city’s veins
course, and crisscross
with Pullman cars
and the pressures rise
along with the sun.
Hundred year old bridges
sag under the weight
of Detroit and Tokyo wheels
and disillusion
takes the place of dreams.
Chaos:
Subway steps erupt
with molten commuters
that bubble up
and out across the city.
The irresistible flow
washes over the cars
and buses locked
in their cross town crawl.
Soft associations
form and disband
at every intersection
then resume
their persistent crush.
A symphony of whistles,
horns and profanity
shakes the air and
reverberates off
the canyon walls.
Motion accelerates
and overwhelms
the asphalt maze,
an indistinguishable
blur of primary colors,
‘til all that remains
are the agile nightmares
of midday Manhattan.
© Steven Marty Grant
I asked Steven to tell us a bit about his background, why he writes, when he started writing, what he hates and loves about it - and he tells us quite a bit. Didn't want to edit it down though because I think it's great to read someone's poems and know something about the man behind the pen...
I started writing about three decades ago when I was heavily involved in music. I was a touring sound technician and I started to work with some of the band members writing song lyrics. Eventually I began to perform both as a drummer and a singer and I continued to compose lyrics. When I realized that I was never going to make a living wearing spandex, I switched over to designing, selling and installing custom high-end audio systems. It was a great job and it took most of my time so writing took a back seat for the next few years until at the ripe old age of 27 I decided to attend college. It was in school that my addiction began to take its current form.
In college I was exposed to new and exciting forms of poetry and wonderful books that had a profound impact on me. I took my first creative writing class as a sophomore and my professor was very encouraging. She suggested that I should submit some of my work to various publications and, surprisingly, I got accepted and published several times early on. Bukowski said that “an early taste of death is not necessarily a bad thing” but I found that an early taste of success was a very bad thing for me. I began to have serious doubts about my ability as a poet and assumed my early acceptance was just luck. Not wanting to have that fear confirmed I quit submitting and finally quit writing.
It was not until I divorced in the late nineties that I began to write again. The confusion and sadness that accompanied that event in my life forced me back to the pen (it was actually a pen). I found that emotions that were difficult to express to friends and family could be written about metaphorically and processed. My first book (Another Hotel Room) contains a sampling of things I wrote during this period. It is not my best work but it is the most real and heartfelt.
Make sure to check out his poetry blog "Urbanality" to read more of his fantastic work
..and here's what he has written for us...enjoy..
~ Claudia
"Manhattan Progression"
Quiescence:
Silence and darkness
never take Manhattan
but at 3:30 Monday
morning they stake
a claim on the island
and brace for attack.
Portland, fly ash, slag
and aggregate groan
and weep in the shadows
above carbon arc
and incandescence.
The wounds inflicted
by decades of Checker
and Crown Vic abuse
have a moment to heal
and sometimes
in those lonely hours
you can even dream.
Crescendo:
The tenuous stillness
of fragile dawn is eroded
by the tin horns of steel cattle
as they herd through the tunnels.
The Midtown, Battery
Holland and Lincoln
belch rubber and chrome,
and foul the unruffled
air of daybreak.
The city’s veins
course, and crisscross
with Pullman cars
and the pressures rise
along with the sun.
Hundred year old bridges
sag under the weight
of Detroit and Tokyo wheels
and disillusion
takes the place of dreams.
Chaos:
Subway steps erupt
with molten commuters
that bubble up
and out across the city.
The irresistible flow
washes over the cars
and buses locked
in their cross town crawl.
Soft associations
form and disband
at every intersection
then resume
their persistent crush.
A symphony of whistles,
horns and profanity
shakes the air and
reverberates off
the canyon walls.
Motion accelerates
and overwhelms
the asphalt maze,
an indistinguishable
blur of primary colors,
‘til all that remains
are the agile nightmares
of midday Manhattan.
© Steven Marty Grant
I asked Steven to tell us a bit about his background, why he writes, when he started writing, what he hates and loves about it - and he tells us quite a bit. Didn't want to edit it down though because I think it's great to read someone's poems and know something about the man behind the pen...
I started writing about three decades ago when I was heavily involved in music. I was a touring sound technician and I started to work with some of the band members writing song lyrics. Eventually I began to perform both as a drummer and a singer and I continued to compose lyrics. When I realized that I was never going to make a living wearing spandex, I switched over to designing, selling and installing custom high-end audio systems. It was a great job and it took most of my time so writing took a back seat for the next few years until at the ripe old age of 27 I decided to attend college. It was in school that my addiction began to take its current form.
In college I was exposed to new and exciting forms of poetry and wonderful books that had a profound impact on me. I took my first creative writing class as a sophomore and my professor was very encouraging. She suggested that I should submit some of my work to various publications and, surprisingly, I got accepted and published several times early on. Bukowski said that “an early taste of death is not necessarily a bad thing” but I found that an early taste of success was a very bad thing for me. I began to have serious doubts about my ability as a poet and assumed my early acceptance was just luck. Not wanting to have that fear confirmed I quit submitting and finally quit writing.
It was not until I divorced in the late nineties that I began to write again. The confusion and sadness that accompanied that event in my life forced me back to the pen (it was actually a pen). I found that emotions that were difficult to express to friends and family could be written about metaphorically and processed. My first book (Another Hotel Room) contains a sampling of things I wrote during this period. It is not my best work but it is the most real and heartfelt.
- I write because I have to write, it is how I interact with my emotions. I love music and I am trying to make my readers feel like I do when I listen to Springsteen, STP, REM or Simon and Garfunkel.
- I really hate editing what I have written, I am a little bit of a perfectionist and I have a very hard time saying “okay this one is finished”
- I love to find the perfect words, the ideal metaphor; I love it when I can capture the emotion I am feeling in a few lines.
- My new book is about 2/3’s done and publisher is pushing me hard. I have not settled on a title at this time but I am leaning towards “An Unfair Wind”. and it should be ready by early next year.
- My work has been published in: The Writer, Spring Harvest, Notes Magazine, The Ampersand (&) Review, The Melancholy Dane, The VVC Drama & English Journal. I have also been published online at: Vivid, Sleep Snort Fuck, Drink This Cola and of course my poetry blog Urbanality.
Sunday, 17 October 2010
One Shoot Sunday: Hosted by Adam Dustus
Claudia's iPhone Picture Prompt Challenge!
When she's not getting us primed for One Shot Wednesday with her Tuesday post, our One Stop Teammate Claudia enjoys taking photos on her
"I do this quite often," Claudia reveals, "I take pics of what I see and then work on them with the apps I have on my phone while still walking - and sometimes almost get knocked over....smiles."
What prompts you to take photos, Claudia?
"Yesterday I took 3 of them [pics] and flooded
Thank you, Claudia. Appreciate your sharing your photos with us.
Claudia's Poetry Blog is http://splittergewitter.blogspot.com/
Here's the link to her iPhone pics page.
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Here's the link to her iPhone pics page.
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And now for the Picture Prompt Challenge!
Use Claudia"s picture "summer-tired" as a poetry (or microfiction) prompt. Submit your poem, Flash 55, or in my case a haiku, by signing in to Mr. Linky. Then let us know what you are sharing with us by leaving a brief comment.
Give it a shot! Accept the challenge :)
Also a reminder - Friday the 22nd is the last day that One Stop Poetry will be accepting submissions for the "Through the eyes of a child" competition. Please make those submissions to: Oneshotpoetry@gmail.com
Tuesday, 12 October 2010
One Shot Poetry Wednesday - Week 15
Welcome To One Shot Wednesday:
A Celebration of Poetic Inspiration
Without question, the encouragement and camaraderie displayed during OSW remains a great source of poetic inspiration to our online poetic community. Let us continue to celebrate poetry and creativity by sharing work, providing feedback, and encouraging fellow artists.
Before beginning, I'd like to say that One Stop is thrilled to continue this weekly event. We appreciate all the encouragement we have received over the past 15 weeks. Here's to many more One Shot Wednesdays!
If you're new to OSW, here's how it works:
1) Post a poem2) Link your poem to One Shot using our Mr Linky (provide your name, URL for the poem)
3) Visit other One Shot poets. Tell them how you felt when reading, encourage them, interact...
4) Tell others about OSW by including a link to this page on your post.
Have fun & enjoy!
Adam
Adam
Monday, 11 October 2010
One Shot Spotlight: Your Turn
We spend quite a bit of time here at One Stop promoting other poets, fresh new voices that we find, either through our own blogs or through One Shot Wednesday. I know for me personally it gives a chance to recognize those voices I admire, that have spoken to me or even helped shape the poet that I hope to become.
My journey into poetry started because someone saw the potential in me and challenged me to try writing it. This is also why when I read what you write during our mid-week festivities, I always try to be encouraging, because quite honestly many of you have tremendous skills (and I am hedging toward a mention in the acknowledgements, nah, just kidding)
If my english teacher would have never encouraged me in my writing, I would have never pursued it. Today it plays a big part of my life. If a friend named Rob had never encouraged me to blog, i would never have met any of you. If Kat had never challenged me to write poetry, I would not be a part of this team and be walking around with all this pent up emotion and no way to get it out.
Today, I want to do something a bit different. Usually I find someone to spotlight, to share with you. Today, I want you to spotlight someone. What or who have you read that is good this week? Drop their name and blog address in the comments and tell us why.
Let's have a little fun with this. ~Brian
Labels:
Brian Miller,
Chris,
Claudia,
dustus,
moondustwriter,
Pete Marshall,
poetry for all,
poets
Tuesday, 5 October 2010
One Shot Wednesday - Week 14
Welcome To One Shot Wednesday
home to some of the best
poetry on the web
I am brian miller and welcome to your moment in the spotlight. Do you know what inspired the name "one shot"? An eminem song..."You only get one shot, do not miss your chances to blow, opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo!" Don't blame it on my cohorts, lol. Here is your opportunity...go on and step up to the mic. I can not wait to see what you have in store for us tonight.
If you are new to One Shot Wednesday here is the deal:
1) Write a poem
2) Link your poem to One Shot using our Mr Linky (your name and the URL for the poem)
3) Visit other One Shot poets. Tell them how you felt when reading, encourage them, interact...honestly this is my favorite part...
4) Tell others about One Shot Wednesday by including a link to this page on your post.
On behalf of One Shot Wednesday, Pete Marshall, Adam Dustus, Leslie Moon, Claudia, Chris and myself, welcome to the stage. We are glad you are here. Now on with the show!
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