The Marathon journey is in its third year. Put Pen to Paper is the current incarnation.
This week I did the Marathon at home, on November 27 and 29, because of the Thanksgiving holiday. Little Vines were finished up on the 27th, and I wrote a couple of poems – then on the 29th I did some snippets. Here are some photos.
I got my table set up for snippets. If you want more detail on how I do these, look here, and if you want to read about the first outing in Snippet Land back in 2014, which is funny and interesting for its perspective, try this post)
but here I show you my table (with a lot of other things on it – I’m getting clay work together for some shows next week).
Here are my cut-out phrases and words:
Here are some ATC-sized cards to glue the snippets on to – this time I was using cut-up remnants from old paintings on Bristol board.
Here are a few books from my supply collection – I use these at this stage of the process to look for words or phrases in particular (let’s say I want the word “and” – I just grab one at random from these books). I try to let the snippets evolve from the words on my table, but sometimes there is one missing word that will make it perfect, and that is what these books are for. By the way, they are all books that were destined for the trash before I gave them one last assignment in life…
And here is what my work area looks like after I have arranged the words/phrases and started to get things going.
So I got to work. Every so often, though, I need a break Here is what I did today.
It’s cold, and I decided to break up my exercise into short segments. School is closed, so that means a handy half-mile circuit is open and available for me without having to dodge school traffic and doings. I am talking about the playing fields for the high school across the street from my house – if you walk the perimeter on the sidewalk, it’s a half-mile.
Every hour or so I went out and did a mile. Three or four, I don’t know where I will stop, but it makes a good stretch for me, and that is enough for me for today. I cross the street and set off down the sidewalk:
I go around in front of the school and continue back toward my house (the arrow points it out).
I’ll show you a spot I frequent during softball season – the fields are right in front of my house and in bad weather I can watch games from my bedroom window. But in nice weather, I come out and hang on the fence behind the home dugout. Right here.
OK, on to poetry!
A haiku prompted by something I saw this morning. Under this red sky, three deer slipped across the back yard just at dawn.
three deer in shadow
blurred ghosts going home at dawn
footsteps burn the frost
How about a couple of snippets. I’ll show you the whole array and write out two or three favorites.
grinned at lively boy
Yes, there were possibilities
strangers now, friends always
After a good journey shared
A long way from home
But I think It was the moment
I was married
that I turned my plans to murder
guilty. But after all,
it was Only a toothpick.
ironic and non-platonic
thrived on snark and skimpy nightwear
much like me
the money is gone
all these pirouettes
I feel so dizzy
it could get messy
was their marriage
always a picnic
under attack by ants?
I point my camera at you
the direct method of capturing your soul
and right in front of your nose too
Faced by the trio of extreme real bad people
I undertook a therapeutic reclamation of my own agency
Interesting what a nail gun can do at the high setting
I might be planning
a brooding session
in my cognitive playhouse. Leave me to it.
go ahead invoice me but
doing some basic relationship arithmetic
I see I still have a giant credit balance
the opera cake
upstages the store-brand cup of tea
with an aria of cherries and chocolate
when accuracy counts
and good ventilation among the numbers really matters:
a decimal point is a treasure
reach out your hand
for the pen
that you will use to sign your marriage license
The first thought of
every overworked guardian angel woken at three in the morning:
Couldn’t you have figured this out for yourself?
dinner will be ready soon
details to follow
I’m busy right now cutting the paste into slices
The Raven loves a good joke but
what difference does it make to a Mermaid?
They are not part of the same story.
The supermarket spins
on the axis of bread milk eggs.
the sermon staggers into the afternoon
the uneasy congregation
begins to understand the idea of eternity
preoccupied with industrious fretting
never notices she is making a recovery
the heavy wool boot sock under the washer
I revisit thoughts of walking the beach in bare feet
now! now! now!
The shed collapses.
over the years
the invisible men grew fat and soft
behind their closed office doors
I never got the chance
out here on the street.
Do not toy with me now.
editing the continuum
the black hole
swallows the compressed star
because we are sisters
the sterilized lives in this apartment building
that has not been thoroughly scrubbed
Thank you for reading!