Common Bowl

Common Bowl Dinner
Warm the body, soothe the soul & make a difference

A benefit for Seashore Family Literacy

Sunday, March 6 at 5pm
at the Waldport Community Learning Center
in Waldport, Oregon
$10 for adults, children 12 and under by donation

Enjoy six soups, salad & bread
Choose your bowl, and take it home, too!

For tickets and info: Seashore Family Literacy, 541-563-7326


Every bowl is a prayer


for Senitila


The Common Bowl replaces the common prayer
and we are no less reverent. Circled and embraced,

we link in a necklace of connection, grasp in the other
a piece of ourselves. She makes bowls, open and wide,

hands crafting from emptiness something out of nothing.
It is not magic this finish both rough and bright, and we are

no less cracked and patched. Peculiar, particular, resilient,
in our need we take turns to weep and shine. We grip the

bowl greedy for more, shamed with want, humbled
in desire, cleansed in the bounty of spirit shared.

- Drew Myron

 

Thankful Thursday: Royal De Luxe

Don't give in to nostalgia. For years it's been my mantra, reminding me that the past rarely glistens, but more often rusts, with time.

I don't wax about the past, and I don't understand the way in which mundane objects and events achieve cult status through the simple process of time. Your first car becomes a symbol of automotive achievement. A favorite childhood toy seeds a dusty adult collection. A young love turns into the one you let get away.

Clearly, I am not a sentimentalist, or a collector. In fact, I am the antithesis of a collector; I am a minimalist. I love vintage clothes and old jazz but I've not worked up a dedicated fixation. This week, however, I am feeling a fondness for the past.

On this Thankful Thursday I am thankful for the gift of a vintage typewriter, a 1950 Royal Quiet De Luxe (and that's no typo; De Luxe is two words, with caps). Though it needs a new ribbon and a bit of oil, the 61-year-old relic still clacks across the page.

I love type as a graphic element, and as a former reporter I appreciate the machine of my profession. When I was a kid, a friend of the family worked the presses at The Denver Post and took me on an insider's tour. I was wide-eyed with the massive production required to bring words to paper, and delighted when he let me take home scraps of the heavy lead type. A few months later, for my 10th birthday, my parents gave me a mimeograph machine, from which I churned out copies of my own newspaper.

After college, for my first paid writing gig, I wrote feature stories for the Durango Herald on my typewriter, albeit an electric. So, I'll admit, I've got a bit of nostalgia wrapped up in the early years of type and press.

Along with memories, this old-but-new-to-me typewriter gift carries emotional weight, too. It is a Valentine's present from my husband.

"He gets you," said a friend when I told her of the gift. She's right, he does. Today I am double thankful — for a vintage typewriter, and for being loved and understood.


It's
Thankful Thursday. Joy expands and contracts in direct relation to our sense of gratitude. What are you thankful for today? A person, a place, a thing? A story, a song, a poem? Tell me, what makes your world expand?


Off the Page celebrates 5 years

Join us for Off the Page, a celebration of poetry and prose on Friday, April 1 at 7pm in Yachats, on the central Oregon Coast.

The event takes place at the Overleaf Lodge Event Center, located at the north end of town, on Highway 101. Doors open and music starts at 6:30pm. The reading begins at 7pm. Admission is free and open to all ages.

Now in its fifth year, Off the Page is an encouraging celebration of creative expression. Pacific Northwest writers will share their work.

Featured writers include: Khlo Brateng, Brian Hanna, Holly Hughes, Drew Myron, Caitlin Nicholson, Maxine Sheets-Johnstone, Ann Staley, and singer/songwriter Richard Sharpless.

About the Writers

Khlo Brateng, of South Beach, is an actress, singer, musician and writer. A lover of music and the rhythms of language, she explores poetry, flash fiction and short stories in her chapbook Words Out Loud.

Brian Hanna, of Seal Rock, is an architect who emerged from retirement to design commercial and industrial structures throughout the U.S and Canada.  He is a member of Tuesdays, a weekly writing group, and a volunteer with Seashore Family Literacy’s Young Writers Group.

Holly J. Hughes is the editor of the award-winning anthology Beyond Forgetting: Poetry and Prose about Alzheimer’s Disease, and author of Boxing the Compass, a chapbook of poems. She spends summers working as a naturalist in Alaska and winters teaching writing at Edmonds Community College (near Seattle, Washington) where she co-directs the Convergence Writers Series.

Drew Myron, of Yachats, is the creator of Off the Page. With a belief that writing needs to crawl out of the journal and soar into the community, she created the annual event — now in its fiifth year — to showcase local writers and celebrate the power of creative expression.

Caitlin Nicholson, of Newport, has lived on the Oregon Coast nearly all of her 19 years. A graduate of Seashore Family Literacy’s Young Writers Group, she was once a writer of horror stories but poetry now has her heart: “It wasn't until I joined the writers group that I became interested in poetry. And since I started, I can't stop.”

In her first life, Maxine Sheets-Johnstone, of Yachats, was a dancer/choreographer. In her second life, at 80, she is an interdisciplinary scholar and philosophy professor at the University of Oregon. She is the author of seven books, and editor of two. Her latest book, Putting Movement Into Your Life: A Beyond Fitness Primer is a lively, engaging tool to help transform everyday habits into vibrant fun.

Ann Staley, of Corvallis, is a poet who has taught for over 40 years, in five Oregon school districts, two community colleges, two public universities and two private ones. She likes nothing better than settling into a circle of strangers, opening her notebook and saying, "Let's do some freewriting for a few minutes before our Introductions. Write about whatever comes to mind. There is only Now followed by Now."

 

Lodging and event space generously provided by the Overleaf Lodge & Fireside Motel.



Thankful Thursday (on Friday)

I am thankful, I am. 

But also quiet and reclusive. Show up, I'm told. Be present. So, here, with a belated Thankful Thursday. I humbly offer a few people / places / things I am grateful for this week:

Butter toffee peanuts
• My go-to treat, second only to tapioca.

The enthusiasm of others
• Thanks to gentle encouragement, I am back in the throes of organizing Off the Page, an annual celebration of poetry & prose. This is the 5th year, and despite its success  — drawing audiences of 30 to 50 each year, in a town of just 600 people — I was about to give it up. I was tired and mopey. Orchestrating the event seemed too much work for too little reward. But just one person, who was interested and eager, changed my mind and put pep in my step. It's a cliche, but really, for the first time I actually believe this platitude: One person can make a difference.

• A friend has written a novel. It's the kind of really good book that left me honored to be among the first to read it. And, the author asked if she could include one of my poems. Her enthusiasm fueled my enthusiasm.  (I'll share more about this touching novel as it gets closer to publication.)

Perseverance
• The more I acknowledge gratitude, the more grateful I feel. That's the beauty of Thankful Thursday. When you name your gratitude, you realize how much more there is to name. I've been reluctant to show up for Thankful Thursday (hence the day late). While I'm an encourager of others, lately my cheers have lost their buoyant tune as I have retreated into winter's matte gray. But perseverance pays, it seems, as I am here and feeling more thankful than when I arrived! 

So, how about you? Are you feeling thankful today?

 

Reasons to hang on

Hey there, sunshine!

Yes, winter is gray and gloomy.
Yes, competition is fierce.
Yes, creating can bear periods of great ache . . . but light shines. In this darkness, a few reasons to hang on:

Lucille Broderson
In her 60s, she picks up a pen, takes a class, and begins to write. And now, at 94, Lucille Broderson publishes a poetry collection that has been hailed as a "magnificent achievement." But You're Wearing a Blue Shirt the Color of the Sky is not chocked with cute little-old-lady poems, but with deep, direct poems on aging, children, husbands, and more.

William Stafford
One of America's most prolific poets, William Stafford wrote more than 50 books in his 79 years — and his first book wasn’t published until he was 46. He kept a daily journal for 50 years, and composed nearly 22,000 poems, of which roughly 3,000 were published. He taught at Lewis and Clark College for 30 years, was Oregon’s Poet Laureate, and earned a National Book Award.

David Biespiel
Every Writer Has a Thousand Faces, by David Biespiel, comes with an all-inclusive invitation: "for writers, artists, musicians, dancers and anyone else who leads a creative life." The book is just $10 (much cheaper than therapy) and offers critical insights into the creative process. It's a quick, lifting read that left me feeling a little less blue, and a lot more eager, about my writing life. 

 

Oh, but you flatter me

Stop the blog, I'm a winner!

Sara Roswell, of Life's A Wheeze, has crowned me a Stylish Blogger. She calls me her "main wheezer" and "running sympathizer." I love this. Go wheezers! I hope the award comes with a gold-plated inhaler.

While flattery does wonders for the spirit (and my complexion), I quickly recognized this honor requires a serving of self-absorption. But like a slumber party of giddy confessions, I'm playing along — and hope you will, too.

The Stylish Blogger Award Rules
- Make this a post & link back to the person who gave you the award
- Share seven things about yourself
- Award five great bloggers
- Contact the bloggers to tell them they've won!

Seven Things

I am a writer who has worn all writerly hats: newspaper reporter, editor, corporate communicator, grant writer, copywriter, publicist and poet. Note: I think this nugget alone should qualify as my seven things about myself.

I am curious. I ask a lot of questions. This is often misunderstood (or perhaps keenly perceived) as nosy.

I have asthma and I run (well, really, a slow jog, a slog). See photo.

My favorite words (today) are moxie, grit, crafty, squeamish, skirmish.

I love nuts, the food, as well as nuts, the people.

I was born in Portland, Oregon, and have since lived in: San Diego, California; Denver, Colorado; Durango, Colorado; New York, New York; Seattle, Washington; Goldendale, Washington; The Dalles, Oregon; Ouray, Colorado; Laramie, Wyoming; Yachats, Oregon.

I can't imagine anyone wants to know this much about me.

Five Favorite Blogs

The Blog of Unnecessary Quotation Marks - Bethany Keeley-Jonker

 Both Fires - Molly Spencer

Lisa Romeo Writes - Lisa Romeo

Book of Kells - Kelli Russell Agodon

What I Wore - Jessica Quirk

Thank you, Sara, for this fun award. And thank you, bloggers & readers, for your support, encouragement  and participation in this vast, and increasingly interconnected, world.


On Sunday


Prayer in My Boot

For the wind no one expected

For the boy who does not know the answer

For the graceful handle I found in a field
attached to nothing
pray it is universally applicable

For our tracks which disappear
the moment we leave them

For the face peering through the cafe window
as we sip our soup

For cheerful American classrooms sparkling
with crisp colored alphabets
happy cat posters
the cage of the guinea pig
the god with division flying out of his tail
and the classrooms of our cousins
on the other side of the earth
how solemn they are
how gray or green or plain
how there is nothing dangling
nothing striped or polka-dotted or cheery
no self portraits or visions of cupids
and in these rooms the students raise their hands
and learn the stories of the world

For library books in alphabetical order
and family businesses that failed
and the house with boarded windows
and the gap in the middle of a sentence
and the envelope we keep mailing ourselves

For every hopeful morning given and given
and every future rough edge
and every afternoon
turning over in its sleep

 — Naomi Shihab Nye

 

It's a gray and gloomy weekend in my part of the world. And this poem, this prayer, touches all the universal — internal and external — aches. Many thanks to Molly Spencer, at Both Fires, who shared this poem with me.  

What's your Sunday prayer, or poem? 


Winner!

Following a highly unscientific but honest drawing (I closed my eyes and picked from the pile of entries) I am happy to announce the winner of Dixmont, poems by Rick Campbell.

And the winner is . . .

Fred!

Thanks to all for playing, reading, writing & inviting words to infuse & enthuse your lives. And don't let the poetry love end with this drawing. Purchase Dixmont here.

 

Last chance!

Hurry, hurry, don't delay! This is your last chance to win Dixmont, by Rick Campbell.

To win this book, simply add your name to the comment section here.

The lucky winner will be drawn at random and announced on Wednesday, February 2, 2011 (that's tomorrow!).

 

 

Pay it forward, creatively

Have you paid it forward? There are many reasons to dislike Facebook (which I recounted here) but Creative Pay It Forward, which first appeared on Facebook, temporarily suspends my disdain:

Creative Pay It Forward
I promise to send something handmade to the first five people who respond to this post. They must, in turn, promise to post this and send something they made to the first five responders. It must be handmade by you, and it must be sent to your five people sometime in 2011.

I answered the call, and just completed my handmade gifts. I love the concept, and appreciate the artful twist. The gift possibilities are many: cookies, poems, letters, paintings, drawings, photos . . . Something big, something small, something made with hands & heart.

Need a bit of inspiration? Check out Art, a delightful short film directed by Andrea Dorfman, with song by Tanya Davis

 

Thankful Thursday: Shoes

. . . Poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes,
they are sleeping. They are the shadows
drifting across our ceilings the moment
before we wake up. What we have to do
is live in a way that lets us find them . . .

— from Valentine for Ernest Mann
by Naomi Shihab Nye

On this Thankful Thursday, a burst of springlike sunshine is warming the cockles of my heart. Yes, cockles.

In a fit of faith, I broke out the warm-weather wardrobe, which on the chilly Oregon Coast means shoes without socks. I'm thankful for these shoes (a bargain snagged last spring), the weather that allows them, and the poet Naomi Shihab Nye who finds poems in all places.

Because appreciation increases joy, it's Thankful Thursday. Joy expands and contracts in direct relation to our sense of gratitude. Tell me, what makes your world expand?

 

Fast Five with Rick Campbell

Because a few direct questions can lead to endless insight, I'm happy to present Fast Five — short interviews with my favorite writers, and chances to win great books.

You can win a free copy of Dixmont by Rick Campbell. Simply post your name in the comment section below by Tuesday, Feb. 1, 2011. The winner will be announced  the following day.

Rick Campbell is the director of Anhinga Press, teaches English at Florida A&M University in Tallahassee, Florida, and helps to run Other Words, an annual writing conference held at Flagler College in St. Augustine, Florida. He's written four poetry books: Dixmont, The Traveler’s Companion, Setting The World In Order, and A Day’s Work. He’s won a Pushcart Prize, an NEA Fellowship, and two fellowships from the Florida Arts Council. Born in Pittsburgh, he now lives in Gadsden County, Florida, with his wife and daughter.

You make good friends in the strangest places. Rick and I met at a high school reunion in which our spouses were reliving their adolescence. Desperate for conversation that traveled beyond the 1970s, Rick and I found common ground in poetry. Since then, we've enjoyed an ongoing conversation about writing, publishing and poems. 

We often talk about the music of poetry. Please, tell me, what makes a poem work?

For me, for most I guess, there are a lot of things that make the poem work. Music — whether it’s rhythm, a more traditional idea of beat or meter, or maybe some larger sense of sound, as in composing a song, a symphony maybe — it’s hard for me to define “music” in a poem. It’s like that saying I know it when I hear it. But music isn’t all that’s important; I think a poem needs to make a statement. It needs to say something about the world we live in. It has to tell us, maybe not a truth, but some sort of revelation. When I read a poem I want to say “yes,” that’s how it is, and it’s even better if the poem reveals something to me that I did not know, or that I had not seen before in the way it’s revealed to me. If a poem is going to work, then lots of things, maybe everything has to work. And, for me, not many poems really “work.”  
 
You are an accomplished poet, professor and publisher. What do you know now that you didn't know when you were first writing poems?

In the beginning, when I was 25, I didn’t know anything about poetry. I wanted to write songs. It took me a long time to become even a pretty good poet.  I could see what was good in what I was reading, and I read a lot of poetry, maybe 15 or 20 books a week in those first few years.  But that does not answer the question.   I guess the most important thing that I have learned is to trust the words, to let them come out and then see what happens. In the beginning I tried to force the words into the idea of the poem. Now I know that the words create the poem and the ideas.

Some people say "first thought best thought." Others edit a poem into place. What is your writing process?

I usually write the entire poem during the first draft. Then, if the poem seems worth it, worth hanging on to, I edit and rewrite it until it seems finished. There’s a poem in Setting the World in Order, “The Poem in the River” that I started in 1978 and finished in 1996. I worked on it in three different towns over 2000 miles apart. That’s pretty extreme, but I write and I rewrite. I think it’s sort of combination of first though best thought and think and think again. That phrase is a pretty dangerous thing for a teacher for a teacher to tell a young student. Beginning poets need to work poems for a long time, and take a careful look at each word, each step of the poem’s composition.

Finish this sentence: If not a poet, I'd be . . .

a centerfielder, an itinerant fisherman? I don’t know what I would I have been. I’m not sure I would even have gone to college if I didn’t want to write. I didn’t start college until I was 25; my first major was in anthropology, but I don’t know what it would be like to be one. And I was never good enough to play pro baseball, so I would have starved as a centerfielder.

What is your favorite poem in Dixmont, and why?

Tough one. But I think it’s Intelligent Design and the Click Beetle

. . . The beetle clicks, leaps, falls, assesses its heads
or tails state, then either crawls off somewhere
or begins again. If grand design
were measured by a success ratio, wouldn't
a simple rollover mechanism be a better idea?
The universe is full of little jokes and games
of chance. I had only a minute chance of getting
throat cancer and I got it. Then I had a 90% chance
of being cured, and maybe I am. The
odds were so slim that the drunk
who hit my wife's car that afternoon
on a lonely country road
would be speeding east as she drove west
on a blue May day . . .

I like the way it moves, how it gets so many things into one poem. I hope everything in it works. When I was first trying to write poems I was often told that I had too many things in one poem. I probably did back then, but I also believed that if I could do it right, then I could make a lot of things hang together and get the poem to leap and then land with grace.  I think that poem does it, and that’s why I like it best. In truth though, the poem I like best is always the one I just wrote.

Bonus Question: I'm a word collector. What are your favorite words?

I like provenance, epiphany, redemption, but I don’t know if I have a favorite. A friend and I counted how many times river appears in Setting the World in Order and it was like 33 times or something, but I love rivers far more than the word river.  I like “B Flat,” but only when I’m playing that harp.


To win Dixmont by Rick Campbell, simply add your name in the comment section below by Tuesday, Feb. 1, 2011. Feeling shy? Email me:  dcm@drewmyron.com

Your name will be entered in a random drawing. The winner will be announced on Wednesday, Feb. 2, 2011.

 

 

Love this line

Jackie has complicated peroxide hair and she dresses like something out of a Tom Waits diner; that day she was wearing white pedal pushers and a red polka-dot top with ruffles in bewildering places.

— from Faithful Place, by Tana French

I don't know how I found this book. One day it was at the top of my stack. I didn't recognize the author or the title.  The novel is a mystery, written by a woman in the voice of a man. It's set in Dublin, and it's 400 pages long. Nothing about this book said pick me.

I was resistant, but by page 20, at the Tom Waits reference, I was committed. A few chapters later, I was feeling  a familiar and pleasant conundrum: I was eager to keep reading but didn't want the book to end.

What are you reading? Anything unexpected?

 

 

Thankful Thursday: Poultry

Because appreciation increases joy,
it's Thankful Thursday.

What are you thankful for today? A person, a place, a thing? A story, a song, a poem? I've found the more I appreciate, the more I see to appreciate. Joy expands and contracts in direct relation to our sense of gratitude. Tell me, what makes your world expand?

• • •

We are smack in the certainty of winter, and my world is feeling damp, abandoned, cold and cruel.

Thankfully — yes, there is an upside to this dreary disposition — I have learned how to roast a chicken. I'm no gourmet. I like food and love eating but I have no patience for complicated cooking. And I'm frugal to boot. Thank goodness for easy, affordable, delicious roast chicken. After a robust search, I now use this simple recipe. Today, the kitchen is warm and my heart is thawing, and all because of an edible bird.

On this Thankful Thursday, I am grateful for poultry.

 

Bookstores I have known & loved

West Side Books in Denver, Colorado

Some people remember their first kiss. I remember my first bookstore.

I was just eight. Down the street and around the corner was a house turned into a children's bookstore where I spent days nestled in cozy corners, exploring the Five Little Peppers, Little House on the Prairie and more.

Does anything press more on the memory than books?  Not for me.

Since my early bookshop experience, whenever I visit a town or move to a new city, I seek first books. Not restaurants. Not even coffeeshops. First things first: I want to know a town has a center, a literary core.

When I moved to Seattle, young and broke, I was grateful for the Seattle Public Library. I loved this place, even before the fabulous renovation which came years after my departure. In those Seattle stacks I found Pablo Neruda.

In Denver, where I grew up, Tattered Cover is the legendary forerunner of independent bookstores. And in Portland, Oregon, where I was born, Powell's Books fills an entire city block. I've been lucky to know and love these models of literary independence.

But even more, I'm thrilled to find small book shops, places with little fanfare but lots of heart.  When lost and wandering in what seemed a dry desert, these bookstores quenched my literary thirst:

Chickering Bookstore - Laramie, Wyoming
You've been to Laramie, right? It's an austere landscape (which, admittedly, I came to love) with large, open spaces and howling wind. Big sky but few books. Chickering was an oasis, lush, fertile and welcoming.

West Side Books - Denver, Colorado
Located in what is now Denver's hip Highland neighborhood, West Side Books was old-school cool long before it was surrounded by swank boutiques and cafes. Just like my favorite, worn-soft jeans, even with relocations and expansions the book shop has retained the comforts and charms of age. And, thanks to owner Lois Harvey (bless her trusting heart) West Side Books was where I first read my poems aloud and in public. 

Paragraphs on Padre Boulevard
- South Padre Island, Texas
My nightmare? A vacation of sun and laze and I have run out of books. It's happened. More than once I have trawled the grocery store selection, thumbing through B-list bodice rippers, desperate to find something to read. Thank goodness for Paragraphs, the only bookstore on Texas' South Padre Island. Crisp and clean, at just two years old, they've got new books, comfy chairs and a roster of readings. 

Mari's Books and . . .  - Yachats, Oregon
As evidenced by the shop name, owners Mary, Mari and Jeanine are open to possibilities. Located in downtown Yachats — an oxymoron in this remote coastal town (and my home) of just 600 full-time residents — Mari's sells gently used books, which means it's best to arrive not with a shopping list but with an open mind. Just the other day, for example, I popped in to say hello, and popped out with a handful of books I had never heard of or intended to purchase. In my book — pun intended — that's the best kind of impulse buy!

How about you — Where are you shopping? What shop marks your memory?





Thankful Thursday: Gratitude Rock

This is a Gratitude Rock.

Every year, Sara sends us homemade Christmas cards and gifts. One year a miniature totem pole. Another  year a three-dimensional, wood Christmas tree. A pickle-in-a-jar ornament. A handmade coffee table. And my all-time favorite: my very own, in-house mailbox!

This year she sent a triangle of green cloth, with this message:

Every time you touch or see your gratitude rock, you are supposed to think of anything in life that you are thankful for. I now keep one in my pocket, using it to think of my good life, nice home, wonderful dog, loving friends & family, and a great job with inspiring students [Sara is a teacher]. I generally touch it at least twice a day . . . being ever so grateful that I do have so many things to be thankful for.

I love this gift, and I especially like that Sara sewed the rock into a pouch, creating a gift of the rock, and a gift of gratitude, too.

We hung the green triangle, still sewn shut, on the Christmas tree. Yesterday, as we packed away the holiday decor, I snipped the stitches and found the precious stone inside. 

Thank you Sara, for making thankfulness touchable, solid, simple and real.