Poem-a-Day – Trial and Error

T.S. Eliot may have called April the cruelest month, but it’s National Poetry Month and we’re celebrating by reading a new poem every day. Poems are provided by members of The Writers Place.

Trial and Error by Kneika Robbins
Your presence glimmers in the light of peace
And the strength of love overpowers the capacity of your heart
Hands of strong compassion vibrate through each gentle touch
Eyes of pearls are shining brighter than a sunny day
Feet have been damaged from walking down a path of tests
Ears have been shattered from the words of negativity that have embraced the brain
Trial and error runs through the veins of life
Nails of support clench into the skin of freedom
As aging fingers grasp on to the hope of love
Lips of sanction are speaking of great accomplishments
Tongue of power is vibrant bass that bellows from a speaker box
Trial and error flows down my spine
Arms of curiosity stretch into the realms of maturity
Toes curl into the hope of success
Exercising the breath of existence
Trial and error has rescued me

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Fer-De-Lance by Rex Stout

Fer de lanceGolf clubs, aero planes, and a deadly viper are all ingredients in Rex Stout’s introductory novel about the legendary detective Nero Wolfe. Fer-De-Lance was first published in 1934, and then Stout launched nearly 50 more mystery novels about the famous detective.  The eccentric Wolfe teams up with tough guy sleuth Archie Goodwin to solve the mystery of who killed the well-liked Peter Barstow.  One of the most enjoyable elements is the sardonic dialog that the two use on each other.

This title is especially nice for book clubs when a previous read has been challenging and they need a change of pace. Fer-De-Lance has literary value yet it is simple and entertaining.

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Poem-a-Day – September

T.S. Eliot may have called April the cruelest month, but it’s National Poetry Month and we’re celebrating by reading a new poem every day. Poems are provided by members of The Writers Place.

September by Tina Hacker

I remember fresh thick loaves
of paper
and crackling boxes filled
with crayons
standing at attention
in their unblemished skins.
I remember gold pencils
with unsullied erasers
and blunt ends that would soon
be whittled
by the latest model sharpener,
and arranging everything
in a plaid schoolbag with red buckles
and a lock that worked.
I remember past Septembers
in the August heat
and drink in the beginning
stirring in the air.

(Previously appeared in The Kansas City Star)

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The Complete Guide to Getting a Job for People With Asperger’s Syndrome by Barbara A. Bissonnette

Complete Guide to Finding a JobBissonette, certified career development coach for adults with Asperger’s Syndrome (AS) and author of Asperger’s Syndrome Workplace Survival Guide (2010) has created a handbook to guide adults with AS through the job search process to successful employment.  Her step by step guide walks the job searcher through researching different careers, networking, interviewing and new employment do’s and don’ts.  Focusing on tasks that are difficult for those with AS, Bissonette breaks each step down into manageable tasks and gives hints, tips and encouragement for success.  Scripts to use for interviews, letters, phone messages, and emails are included and will be extremely helpful for those who need to practice what to say and how to say it to sound professional and confident.   While acknowledging the difficulties of job searching for anyone, Bissonette has an understanding of the unique difficulties that those with AS deal with when facing a task with many components and unfamiliar situations and acknowledges the anxiety that can make the process more difficult.  Included are checklists, worksheets, bibliography and resources for additional reading.

Intended for adults and young adults with AS, their spouses, family, and professionals assisting those with AS, Bissonette has provided a very thorough plan to guide those with AS through the job search process and how to present themselves and their skills in the best possible light. The Complete Guide is a must read for those with AS who are entering the workforce for the first time, changing careers or just looking for a job.

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Poem-a-Day – Raw by Sara Minges

T.S. Eliot may have called April the cruelest month, but it’s National Poetry Month and we’re celebrating by reading a new poem every day. Poems are provided by members of The Writers Place.

Raw by Sara Minges

Shards of shattered dreams
Displayed in stained glass windows
Bits and pieces admired from those
Detached from the
piercing sharpness of
Isolation

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Poem-a-Day – Before Shock

T.S. Eliot may have called April the cruelest month, but it’s National Poetry Month and we’re celebrating by reading a new poem every day. Poems are provided by members of The Writers Place.

Before Shock by Chloe Wagner

My diabetic friend
doesn’t like to mention insulin,
sugar,
or the possibility of figs.

Prefers to stand on my porch
in the balmy night air of early spring
while his senses burst open
the street lamp buzz crescendos
and the soft breeze sparks
every neuron
while caressing his skin.

He feasts on the scent of coming rain
till one by one the wafts
snuff out
the candle-lit ambience of his brain.

“Dammit!” I cry.
………….no answer…………

Although he doesn’t like
to be told what to do
he’s let his wind-up key
run down a
g
a
i
n.

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Poem-a-Day – On Buying a CD of Record I Already Own

T.S. Eliot may have called April the cruelest month, but it’s National Poetry Month and we’re celebrating by reading a new poem every day. Poems are provided by members of The Writers Place.

On Buying a CD of Record I Already Own by Shawn Pavey

Sliding The Police into my car stereo,
I drive to late autumn, 1980.
Here, vinyl gleams its petroleum rainbow
smelling of paradise.

I drop a worn needle to a fresh groove
as “Don’t Stand So
Close to Me” twinkles
into the cans of my Nova 40 headphones.

I am 13 years old.

I am 13 years old
daydreaming of stage lights,
guitars, microphones, and the chance
that doe-eyed Denise Rodriguez
bounces in the front row of my
imagined rock stardom with her
long curly hair, exquisite silk skin.

She is everything lovely.
I sing to her and she adores me.

And now, gray-whiskered and 45,
driving a sedan on my way
back to work, I chant
Zenyattà Mondatta
Zenyattà Mondatta
Zenyattà Mondatta.

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Poem-a-Day – Doin’ It Different

T.S. Eliot may have called April the cruelest month, but it’s National Poetry Month and we’re celebrating by reading a new poem every day. Poems are provided by members of The Writers Place.

Doin’ It Different by Kathy Hughes

I’ve been doing things differently lately
living in the present

No regrets about yesterday
Not worrying about tomorrow

Staying right here in the now!

I’ve got to say it feels really good.

You know how a new pair of athletic shoes
makes you feel like jumping?
Or, a new set of tires makes that car glide
down the highway!

My electrical system – upgraded to a 220 line

Don’t know if I’ll overload
Don’t care…
I’m turning on all the lights
enjoying every last possibility!

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Poem-a-Day – The Last Full Service Gas Station

T.S. Eliot may have called April the cruelest month, but it’s National Poetry Month and we’re celebrating by reading a new poem every day. Poems are provided by members of The Writers Place.

The Last Full-Service Gas Station by Lindsey Martin-Bowen

They follow us forever west, these ghosts of cattle drives.
They overtake us, race us through haze eating
the horizon, where specters of longhorns
wander beyond the Flint Hills.
On and on we roll, like the sea that once flowed
over this range, leaving shells in limestone.
Then, across from alfalfa fields, we find it:
a station still offering full-service—
windshield wiped, oil checked, free air.

The green and white building reminds me
of a drive-in, where a car hop might bring
fries and onion rings to our window.
Dust eddies across the pavement
and whirls like a meadowlark in thick wind.
A gray-haired man ambles out of the shop.
He squints, smiles, scratches a hip,
then flags us to an antique red pump.
A sunflower falls from between his lips.

(Previously appeared in Standing on the Edge of the World, Woodley Press, Washburn U. 2008 and Flint Hills Review, Issue 13 2008)

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Poem-a-Day – The Day After You Died

T.S. Eliot may have called April the cruelest month, but it’s National Poetry Month and we’re celebrating by reading a new poem every day. Poems are provided by members of The Writers Place.

The Day After You Died by Rhiannon Ross

I spied three things
on my long walk home –All Posts

a used band aid stuck
like gum on a broken sidewalk,

a cicada on its back, legs cycling
in the midday sun,

and pigeon fluff impaled
on a wild rose thorn.

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