word smithing

This month, April, being poetry month we are working on our words. *last year we did weekly poetry projects*

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Using an exercise from Frances Mayes, The Discovery of Poetry: A Field Guide to Reading and Writing Poetry (found via this post) we flipped through dictionaries and wrote down words that caught our eye. Eldest son and I work on our writing several times a week together and so changing things up was fun. The Dictionary of Etymology was an eye opening experience for him. Words change?!

him:  annul  commoner  phonic  perpetual  lander  junk  henchman  historian  grackle  dishonesty  compete  cinch  annul

me:  kinetic  pinion  locquacious  bramble  dobbin  hush  ibex  hyphen  mollify  yelp  dregs  frowzy  praxis  tabulate  syrup  talon  hooligan  warble  drought  laud

 

p.s. this morning we awoke to snow. king winter will not rest quite yet.

fore/aft

what is behind us and what is before us

permanent residency, we have landed

dual citizenship?

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11

the marker of 11 years touches a nerve 

that 10 left unfrayed

impermanence

a calm belonging

finding a safe inlet

the subtle collecting of others castoffs                                                                                                                       

fabric scraps, half used skeins of yarn. the curating                                                                                                   

of crap. a wrapping                                                                                                                                                     

myself in others histories                                                                                                                                           

the sailing in to the future

filling bags to pass

along.

lightening 

our load

the birth of this baby has pushed the reset button

the birth of this baby has pushed the reset button

reading.

I have been reading, Fair Play by Tove Jansson these past few days.

Something about her writing always strikes me whether it be her children’s or grown-up’s novels. It is the joyful bleakness, a let’s- don’t-take-all-this-too-seriously-even-though-we-know-we-will mood. Reading fiction for me is purely emotional. Reading what I want to read and what I want to feel. I feel space and air around me from her writing. It seems to unsnarl my everyday from my mind. Three winters ago I read The Summer Book, post-partum and needing the same feeling then as now. Tove Jansson is nearly a mythical figure in our family. I like having her writing to myself, not to share.

DSC07074 my sleeping space has been a little more crowded lately.

*linking up with Circle of Pines, The Year in Books today.

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