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submit to me - uncle toms cabin at had dam neck fair
April 7 Poem

How do you like my new boots?
I’ll bet it is quite easy to smell the
Hide shine from your vantage,
Sole pressing into your throat.

I’ve heard you have thoughts.
How interesting. When did that
Start happening? It’s all so
Untidy however. Sweep up.

Tonight we’re having roast.
You know how to do that right?
If you could, as well, mash the
‘Tatoes with the skin on.

Later, after you’ve washed up,
Perhaps we can go for a walk. You can
Carry me, if you wouldn’t mind. I’m so
Exhausted from mattering.

I am jealous. Who would not be? You
Sleep so soundly. I’ve been watching you win at
Slumber, mouth slack and wet.
In darkness seething: I am not you. … Read on…Submit to Me

I have to leave now

April 5 Poem

moving stairsI have to leave now but
before i go you need to
hear me say: never will
we ever be here again.

return we may to this
cafe to this table to
this conversation, but
not to today or to this

slice of air or to
this sense of ease. so
please hear me say
i have to leave but

before i go i want
to say: stay. … Read on…I have to leave now

Photo by Elizabeth Howard

I am a bookmark

Poem for April 1

Photo by Elizabeth HowardLying flat on the grass,
Crushing the blades
I am a bookmark between
The earth and all that is above.

“You are not looking UP,”
I once read. “Imagine you can
Step out into the stars. All the
Universe is in front of you.”

All the universe — the sun which is a
Star; and greater suns indeed, also stars,
And the moons which are just rocks like
Gravel scattered between the flagstones.

The landscapers moved the daffodils.
“Give them some water. They’ll perk back up.”
Just so with this grass beneath me.
Those ants I laid poison for in the living room: not so lucky.

Sometime this week, the men will come to tear out the yuccas.
The women will carve out the daisies.
A redbud tree waits at the nursery to be adopted;
Legions of utility workers attend my yard with blue and yellow spray.

I lay on the grass
My sprained ankle rests akimbo.
I gaze up and plan a shutter painting party as clouds drift by.
In the nearest slice of sun

The dog drops her head and sighs. … Read on…I am a bookmark

Demand Love Poetry Live

Custom Love poetrySo if you’ve been thinking about purchasing custom love poetry for your partner or family member, here’s a chance to do that, in time for Valentine’s Day.

I’ll be live at the Wine Maker’s Boutique on Saturday, February 13, from 11 a.m. to 6 p.m.

The appearance is part of the Valentine Art & Wine Boutique pop-up shop, presented by the Coastal Arts Guild of CT.

While you are there, you can sample wine, chocolate and shop local artists including jewelry, paintings, cards, original handmade gifts and more.


Demand “Love” Poetry is custom love poetry, written on the spot, from the topic you provide. I present the poem to you in a greeting card format that is also suitable for framing.

Because of time constraints: a limited number of poems will be available. If you would like to RSVP a slot for the event, please contact me here.

Cost will be $20 per poem, a reduced rate for event.

A portion of the proceeds will be donated to the Mercy Learning Center in Bridgeport

Details:

Demand Love Poetry

in conjunction with
Valentine Art & Wine Boutique
Saturday, February 13, 2016
11 a.m. to 6 p.m.
The Wine Maker’s Boutique
Stationhouse Square (across the street from the Stratford Metro North Station)
2505 Main Street, Stratford.
Show Entrance: free … Read on…Demand Love Poetry Live

Haddam Neck Pansy

I’ve Never Believed in Heaven

A Single Pansy at Haddam Neck FairAt the bottom of the dresser drawer
Under a twist of bras and
Fine-enough-to-donate
Ankle socks, I found the
Liner she used to protect the wood —
Or was it to protect the clothes? —
I’m not sure. Shouldn’t adults
Really know this now?
But I don’t line my drawers with
Newspaper. I don’t even receive
One anymore. How else have I
Let her down, dropped the ball on
All the better, best and bygone Ways?

Well, no more heat-and-eat Salisbury steak ovals
Floating in gravy are served, so
I’ve achieved that. That and
Lifting her onto the portable toilet when
Her legs became deadweight. And I achieved
Ordering the hospital bed, making
Small talk with the lanky boy-man who
Constructed it in the living room one day,
Then came back a few days later to
Pack it away. The damn chia seeds. Still
Behind the instant oats in Dad’s cupboard!
Why didn’t I toss them out with the
Pile of not-fine-enough-to donate t-shirts?

Ann and I had that flash of certainty,
Sure the old news in the drawer would be
Ancient, with ads for powdered penny soap and
Photos of mustachioed men. Where were you in
1999? She must have been standing right here
At the drawer on Timberline,
Laying out the paper, washing her hands before
Touching the whites, thinking her thoughts
About what’s for dinner and
Is there an afterlife and where exactly is
The Friday card group.

I was far away.
It was the El Nino year, the year
I bought my shirtwaist house, and forgot to water
The coreopsis, and for the last time
Gas was 99 cents a gallon. Then,
fear shaped itself as loneliness,
Not as a leaking bag body that takes 30 days to
Empty, that sloughs off eating,
Then walking, then speech,
And all muscle control
Like peeling skin on a
Sunburned life. … Read on…I’ve Never Believed in Heaven

Build Your Website Class CT

Building Your Website, and a Business

[caption id="attachment_486" align="aligncenter" width="620"]Build Your Website Class CT A student website, in the build stage[/caption]

I’ve been a bit quiet lately. The good news is it’s for a good reason!

I’ve had the pleasure of doing a real cross-section of work with graphic and web designer Mark Hannon. He and I also happen to be on the board of the Coastal Arts Guild of CT, together. It’s how we met actually.

The latest project we’ve done is one I think is really important: teaching other artist-entrepreneurs how to build their business, by building (and maintaining) their own websites on Wordpress. 

[caption id="attachment_482" align="alignleft" width="205"]Build Your Website Class Elizabeth Howard Here’s me teaching[/caption]

Mark and I designed the course “Building Your Website for Artists & Creatives” (even for beginners!)  as a way to teach artists of any age that — YES — you can create and maintain your own website. And you should.

Now, I’ve been busy on other projects these days in my role a content and social media specialist, for wonderful clients. And I do enjoy that. And this work is building MY business. And that is very good.

So why is teaching others how to build their website (and their business) so special to me?

Here’s why:

  • Don’t fence me in. It’s no secret that I’m wild. I don’t want to feel constrained. That’s the artist in me. Other artists I’ve met are the same. They are constantly exploring, trying new media, new techniques, no matter the age. So Mark and I wanted to offer that opportunity to artists who may be reticent to explore the backend of a webpage.
  • The world needs to SEE this! You would not believe the beautiful stuff I have seen by the most unassuming people. Artists invest time, love and passion into their work. But they can’t haul their canvases and their sculptures around in their back pocket. Building your own website gives an artist who needs, wants, deserves exposure and reach the chance to spread the LOVE — the ART — into the world.
  • [caption id="attachment_487" align="alignright" width="300"]Website Class Wide_Mark Hannon Props to Mark Hannon for the detailed slides he created for the 4-week course.[/caption]

    Learn Flex Earn. I won’t knock you if you decide to spend your days stretching your brain on Lumosity. (Hey, I have that app). But if you want to spend time keeping your brain in shape, why not do it learning a skill that will also add value to your artist-entrepreneurial life?

  • The Real Deal. Nothing is more local and more real than the work of an artist. If you buy a product or service from an artist or creative,  it is the definitive real deal, handmade from the source. That’s the truth.
  • My Business is Yours. This last one is strange but true. Since I work in social media and marketing for artists, my business is yours. Teaching you a consistent model for sharing and promoting your work and events makes my job easier. It makes it easier for me to promote you. So I it’s only a little bit selfish

Mark and I have been very happy with the result of our first workshop. We had the gamut of students in the class, from terrified luddite to a tech teacher. All of the students have worked hard and progressed through the class, to create a functional, beautiful, searchable, website to share.

P.S. We’d also like to thank the B-Hive in Bridgeport, which is such a gorgeous, dynamic and inspiring co-working space. … Read on…Building Your Website, and a Business

Facing Down Nanowrimo 2014: Third Time’s No Room for Excuses

Nanowrimo puzzleThe goal of is, basically, to barf out an entire book in 30 days.

Nanowrimo forces you to push your literary muscles to their breaking point.

The goal is to FINISH, to untrain yourself of delay, obfuscations, and so-called .

The goal is to write the book you always said you would.

ACK!

All Those Reasons to Stop

This is my third year (read, attempt) at National Novel Writing Month (Nanowrimo 2014).

The first time out of the gate, I set down 1890 words in the first week or so– then fizzled out. Apparently, Thanksgiving and all of the shopping days between by son’s birthday and my twins’ birthday and Facebook fall in November. Excuses.

The second time I signed up, I was “prepared. I has a buddy. I had  a really good grasp of the novel I wanted to write. I outlined. I thought about the story a long time in advance. I bought software. I set down 11,000 words.

But then there was this strange Nano writing date at Panera in a mall. Something happened.  I fizzled again.

Excuses.

Year 3: The year of the calamity. 

I consider my previous experiences to be great warm-up  to all the excuses any one person can handle.

I feel good about 2014. Why?

I’ve exercised my writing muscle a lot more this year (writing regular pieces for the newspaper). There’s a lot less lag time between impulse to write and word count for the day.

But there’s always that nagging fear. What I’m concerned about?

The usual things, plus one. I have a life, work and a family, demands on my time and attention. Facebook. The usual. Nanowrimo is a pleasantly encouraging bedfellow, but doesn’t seem to give a flip about gymnastics and hockey and carpools.

The plus one is my mom’s leukemia and her terminal diagnosis. If there ever was a good excuses to hide in a hole and eat donuts, it’d be that.

But, I am taking the chance that writing “into” that space is the way to go. To not just try to avoid the obstacles… to write through them.

So, hello last day of October. Happy Halloween. Welcome and bring on November. … Read on…Facing Down Nanowrimo 2014: Third Time’s No Room for Excuses