East Coast Ink Magazine published my poem “Oh, Zelda,” inspired by F. Scot Fitzgerald’s wife Zelda
So I had time for a quick post featuring U.S. Poet Laureate Mark Strand, taken a few months ago in a páramo, a cloud forest located at more than 3,000 meters above sea level. Few nations in the world possess these natural wonders, which are rich sources of water, so Colombia is lucky to be among the countries on the planet with the most páramos.
Once Upon a Cold November Morning
I left the sunlit fields of my daily life and went down in the
hollow mountain, and I discovered, in all its chilly glory,
the glass castle of my other life. I could see right through it,
and beyond, but what could I do with it? It was perfect, irre-
ducible, and worthless except for the fact that it existed.
It’s been done before:
The intention of conversation
starts and ends with a slow walk
around a familiar, short block –
the light purse or empty pocket.
should only call for some cash.)
A set of doors is chosen
but not broached,
and reluctance comes as a reminder
of isolated drinks
where music from cars
(circling the block in search of a parking spot)
on the front and back
of a red paper napkin.
I am in the small Colombian town of Roldanillo for the 30th Annual Meeting of Colombian Women Poets, held at The Rayo Museum (above).
I will be here all week, the longest I spend alone in such a small town.
Below is my official badge, which features an emblematic work by Omar Rayo, one of Colombia’s most important artists and the founder of the museum.
Apart from hosting over 100 poets, The Rayo Museum is also presenting two exhibits by two of Colombia’s foremost women artists: Deborah Arango and Beatriz Gonzalez. Below is a work by Gonzalez I loved.
And, finally, below are two photos from the streets that corner my small, tidy hotel.
I come across all sorts of poems in my continuous hunt for literary journals that might house the verses I wrestle to write. Recently, I came across a jewel. A simple, stunning jewel.
Below is the poem that left me stunned.
A POEM FOR WOMEN WHO DON’T WANT CHILDRENI won’t preach about the rewards of motherhood.I won’t say it’s the best thing that ever happened to me.I won’t say it’s the best job I’ve ever had.I won’t say you’ll regret not having a child.I won’t say you’ll forget what life was like before.I won’t say it makes life worth living.What I will sayis my son died.What I will sayis I would still do it again.
Photo Credit: Blog of Madeleine Sharples
This post was originally published in Zeteo Journal’s Zeteo is Reading section.
The Drugstore Notebook recently turned one. To celebrate, I updated what truly was a pitiful “About Me” section.
Please visit my new About page, which now includes links to my published works.
As always, thank you for reading!