Quick musings

I came home last night to find my little Wonder Cat, Ten-Ten, had given birth to kittens. (No, this is not a cat lovers eppy of I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant!)

I think the event took her by surprise a bit: one was under a dresser drawer, two near a dryer rack, and two more on a shelf of an entertainment cabinet.

Sadly, two of these kittens were dead: one a stillbirth, the other unable to reach hir mother for the first proper suckle. I wrapped both up, bagged them, and put them in the freezer. I’ll take them to Animal Services for a proper dispatch.

I haven’t heard back about the apartment at Biltmore Way–will email the owner to ask whether he has found someone else to care for it. Must line up Plans B/C/et cia, if that’s the case.

I’ve got an audience with Father Saba this Thursday. Could stand for a good unbosoming.

Ch-ch-changes gente!

I’ve been going through a walloping load of changes. Will be moving from the studio soon–too pricey, and I couldn’t keep up. I am looking at places, but I would very much like to stay in Coral Gables, if I can do.

Sadly, I may have to give up my lovely Ten-Ten. I’d love to keep my Wonder Cat, but not every apartment/condo allows pets. So I need to find someone who can care for a pregnant cat.

Been listening to The Sundays’ Static and Silence. A very good album, at instances Mozzerian. Harriet Wheeler has such a gorgeous voice. Swoon.

As for Microlandia!–I’ll post submission info come May. Stay tuned, people!

A taster for National Poetry Month

“Poetry is in everything–in land and in sea, in lake and in riverside. It is in the city too–deny it not–it is evident to me here as I sit: there is poetry in this table, in this paper, in this inkstand; there is poetry rattling of the cars on the streets, in each minute, common, ridiculous motion of a workman who [on] the other side of the street is painting the signboard of a butcher’s shop.”

–Fernando Pessoa (1888-1935); from The Selected Prose of Fernando Pessoa, edited and translated by Richard Zenith; New York; Grove Press, 2001.

Setenta y cinco.

I am looking forward to National Poetry Month. This much, I can say for sure.

Kinda disappointed, gente!

I put out calls for submissions for Microlandia! the journal-zine of microwriting last month, here and at my Tumblr.

Did I not press hard enough for submissions? Or give enough incentive? Was there some sort of magical formula that I could have used to garner writing from around the ether?

I grant that, on my part, there’s more than enough to preoccupy; I have to work out how not to get evicted from my humble abode, find work, and at least print a rough Issue Zero. I’ve also been recovering from a horrific brace of events, including two frustrating yard sale Saturdays, getting hit by a car (bruises and scrapes, but still traumatic), days in bed with a cold, and marking the third anniversary of my mom’s death day.

Still, I was hoping for some response beyond likes and vague happy noises. So imagine, if you please, my utter disappointment and frustration at the lack of enthusiasm–nothing, zip, zilch, nada, zero!

Now if I have to, I will go Little Red Hen and publish this as a chapzine. But I would have liked to read microwriting from other folks.

Time to regroup, I suppose. But I do mean to get Microlandia! off the ground, with or without other contributors.

So if anyone’s listening, and wants to leave their mark, stay tuned for a new deadline. But if this one falls on dear ears and numb hands, well, I’ll push on, all the same.

Call for submissions!

Heads up, writerly writers! The premiere issue of Microlandia! needs your work. I’m looking for micropoetry (haiku, e.g.), microprose (fiction and nonfiction, 250 words max), micromemoirs (same word count), and writing prompts, no later than March 18, 2012.

I can only repay in copies of this journal/zine, but let’s start here and see how things shake out.

Submit your work at aherreracg@gmail.com, and include your name and street address, so I can send your copy to you. Thanks ever so!

Ephemera

The past few weeks have been depressing and frustrating by turns. 

I shan’t bore you with the details. Let’s just say, I understand that bad days may feel like forever, but they too will pass. In the meantime, I keep an eye open for things that bring inspiration, joy, wonder–and press on.

Went to a reading at Books and Books this past Saturday. The VONA series, presented by the UM Faculty, featured several authors and some open-mike time, before and after.

One of the poets there read an instructional poem, inspired by Yoko Ono’s Grapefruit collection. And that got the wheels spinning.

So far I have two pieces: one on Matthew Gray Gubler, another on Kirsten Vangsness. I’m wondering whether to continue through the cast of Criminal Minds or to move on to other topics. Also weighing the possibility of instructional micropoems for Microlandia

More thoughts on the latter soon. I still have some bugs to work out.

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