Win A Doodle! Woo!

cjprinceauthor:

I missed this. So sad. I think this is the salamander artist. You, know, the famous salamander artist? I think this is it. Better follow.

Originally posted on heylookawriterfellow:

for YOU

When I posted my first “Win a Doodle!” contest last year, my motives were simple: I didn’t have a post but I still wanted to post something. I figured that maybe a dozen blog followers would enter. Instead, the comments section went nutty. I was bewildered.

So I did the doodle contest thing a few months later – and that turnout was even nuttier.

It’s been a quite a while since my last doodle contest — and a few of you rabble rousers won’t let me forget it. I have been harassed! Harangued! Badgered! Bullied!

And, like France on the eve of a major war, I have capitulated.

Here’s another chance to win your very own doodle!

IF YOU WIN, I WILL DRAW WHATEVER YOU WANT!

Yep. It’s true. Need proof? Fine.

Jenion, the winner of the first doodle contest, is an avid cyclist. She asked me to doodle a cyclist. So I did.

Ta daa! Ta daa! (Click to see larger.)

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There Was A Time

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There was time when Death was quiet.  People forgot to listen.

My grandparents were old and white haired.  They did not hear death.

Do you glide along a tightrope ignoring demise?

There is a time when the thermometer spells daffodils.

When January is too warm and you wonder how the earth rotates

with global warming, with climate change.

Death rubs her hands and chuckles.

Wasn’t Death a man?  Dude with a scythe.

My friend swung a long, sharp scythe in the late spring

to cut hay, rake it into piles, haul it to the barn

where all the handles were latches

of handmade wood and metal.

Cutting down, cutting out, cutting off.

Let’s cut out of here.

Sever.

There was a time my mind was clear

as a dew drop on a cedar bow.  When I saw

life as simple as a bluebell.

~C.J. Prince

©2015

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Out of This World

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Out of this world.  What does it mean?

Up to the pock-marked ozone layer?

Perhaps stretching my fingers to Mars?

Out on a limb and I fall up?

Out of this world:  a sign on the door

proclaiming “I am not available.

I’m out of this world.”

Out like a light.

Outside the world, in her own world.

Out–the disconnect from this world.

World as a globe or just the third planet.

The World of Venus.

The implication of gender.

Out of this world like icing on a cake.

Out of this world and into another.

In this world.  Inside.

A tunnel to the inner world.

A trip to the center of the earth.

First you must endure Antarctica,

find that passage that Byrd wrote about,

the passage to the inner planet.

Is anyone exploring that?

NASA is out of this world.

Maybe the NSA will find the hidden, inner secret.

-C.J. Prince

2015

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January glides in over a misty moon

Oh, did I make a resolution?  Nope.  Gave them up decades ago.  Thought about solutions, revolutions, absolutions and all that malarky.

15 things to giveup

Even this list of considerations looked like a road to guilt.

Oh, I’ll just make intentions.  I intend to be more attentive to my blog.  Right?

Then I remember my mother’s saying:  The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

So, my computer is being obstinate and this blog keeps disappearing like the Cheshire Cat which might be an indication of what will really happen in 2015.

In the meantime, it’s one day at a time.  Or hour or minute.  Join me.  It will be fun.

Can’t seem to erase that “p” below.  So pick a word.

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When We Get the Giggles

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laughter wells up, uninhibited.

I couldn’t giggle in kindergarten

where shyness blocked spontaneity.

But somewhere in the decades to follow

I learned the difference between giggles,

guffaws and belly laughs.

Giggles reduce me to tears sometimes,

rarely shed tears.

Dry tears, wet laughter.

Friends who laugh for the joy of being,

together at last.

How have I lived without you?

Maybe I never did.

A blank in the mosaic of my life fills.

Giggles tickle my nose, fill my ears,

expand into my aura with goodwill.

My soul smiles.

C.J. Prince

©2008

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D’s Psalm, Remixed

Originally posted on To Create...:

You are Light in the Depth of Me;
you make me whole.
I rest under your verdant breath;
you give life to my being.
In mirrored pond I see your face.
You enfold me as your beloved.
In balance with you
I journey into this world.

The path may be perilous,
but I am not alone,
You are with me,
bracing me with strength
and guiding me in compassion.

You nourish me with abundance
not accorded to those
who have yet to realize your tenderness.

I am your bride prepared for her wedding,
radiant beyond the blazing sun.
You walk beside me, together as One in Promise.
We dance for Eternity.

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Author’s Note:

This evening at our bible study class of the Gospel of Mark, our pastor, Fr. Scott Jenkins, led us down an interesting path. At least for a writer, I found it quite curious. We were talking about Psalm 23…

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NOVEMBER BOYNTON POETRY WORKSHOPS

Sue C. Boynton Poetry Contest November Workshops 

Saturday, November 22, 2014 
Fairhaven Library — Fireplace Room, Lower level (1117 12th St , Bellingham)  Workshop cost and registration: Fees benefit the Sue C. Boynton Poetry Contest: $30 for a workshop or $50 for both workshops, paid by check or cash at the workshop.
Pre‐registration is strongly encour‐aged. To register, send an email to boyntonpoetrycontest@hotmail.com indicating which workshop(s) you wish to take. Please include your name and a phone number in case of last‐minute changes. Please bring writing materials. More information at: http://boyntonpoetrycontest.wordpress.com/
10 AM to 12 Noon- Jeffrey Morgan:
Eavesdropping in the 21st Century In his famous and somewhat tongue‐in‐cheek essay “Personism,” Frank O’Hara points out that the telephone is a much better tool for communication than the poem. And yet, O’Hara knows well that how one addresses “the reader,” how one utilizes voice in poetry, is crucial.
In this workshop, we will explore many ways voice functions in poetry. We’ll read and discuss sev‐eral poems that utilize voice in interesting and effective ways. Most importantly, we’ll write original poems and practice using some of the tricks and tactics we’ve discussed to make our own writing more persuasive. I hope you can attend.

1 PM to 3 PM- Elizabeth Austen:
What Else Is Also True?
Good writers know to beware of clichés of thought and feeling as well as language. We’ll use poems by Lucille Clifton and Marie Howe as inspiration to embrace emotional courage and complexity in our work. We’ll experiment with ways to shake up our habitual thought and feeling patterns as we generate and revise. Bring two poems‐in‐progress, and be prepared to ask yourself discomfiting questions.
Elizabeth Austen is the 2014‐16 Washington State Poet Laureate. She’s the author of Every Dress a Decision (Blue Begonia, 2011), a finalist for the Washington State Book Award, and the
chapbooks The Girl Who Goes Alone (Floating Bridge, 2010) and Where Currents Meet (Toadlily, 2010). Elizabeth produces poetry programming for NPR‐affiliate KUOW 94.9, and earned an
MFA at Antioch University LA. She works at Seattle Children’s Hospital, where she also offers poetry and journaling workshops for the staff.
Workshop cost and registration: Fees benefit the Sue C. Boynton Poetry Contest: $30 for a workshop or $50 for both workshops, paid by check or cash at the workshop. Pre‐registration is strongly encouraged.
To register, send an email to boyntonpoetrycontest@hotmail.com indicating which workshop(s) you wish to take. Please include your name and a phone number in case of last‐minute changes. Please
bring writing materials. More information at: http://boyntonpoetrycontest.wordpress.com/
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