Wednesday, December 11, 2013

"The Modigliani Daughter" performed at an Open Mic Night




Children, Church & Daddies, the magazine that published my poem, "The Modigliani Daughter," read it aloud at an open mic night in Chicago last weekend. You can watch it on youtube at this link.  Mine is the first one read after the intro.  It's neat to hear someone else read it aloud!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7OX1Suq_LU&feature=youtu.be

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

The Fortune Cookie



He didn’t know there was a fortune
Inside the cookie
His stomach busy coding the message
Eating away at the letters
Into an unreadable form
To know his fate was clearly stated
In his hands just minutes earlier
Is maddening
What choice does he have now
But to live in the moment
As if his fate was never determined
The truth lying deep in his gut.





Published in Ascent Aspirations. October 2013. Online
http://www.ascentaspirations.ca/thefortunecookie.htm,
and first published in Bear Creek Haiku. June 2013. Print.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Interview


My new friend and writer, Bryn Gribben, recently published an interview of me on her blog, This Gemlike Flame, as part of a series she calls, "Why Can’t I Be You?: Great Women I Admire, Qualities I Don’t Have." 

Check it out here: 
Interview 1: Carrie Simpson


Friday, September 13, 2013

Blood Poppy




She slices me with her paper wings.
It’s deafening, her piercing the virgin green
popping azure skies with her incarnadine.

She’s Pluto’s puppet, I am sure,
Proserpina’s pomegranate 
bleeding through the grass

pleading with me, a sea skimmer, 
a skipping stone tempted by the wine-dark;
the slope to the abyss curls and unfurls,

a dying fiddlehead inviting us to slide, 
to drip with Dali’s clock into the dark.
Pricked, I follow her figure with my eyes,

roots melded to the underworld,
slender body bending with supple grass,
finale of carbuncle. I fear 

a piece of red glass plummeting
unnoticed, a speck of dust to Neptune,
polished to pitch dark death.

Stay above ground! she screams in silence,
stares me down with her charcoal chasm.
We are atop this color wheel of Fortune now!



First published in Third Wednesday.  Fall 2012, Vol. 4, Issue 4. Print.

Honorable Mention in Emerging Writer's Contest at a new literary magazine: HOT STREET



2013 Emerging Writer’s Contest:
We are pleased to announce the winners of the first annual Hot Street Emerging Writer’s Contest. The winner in fiction is Hillary Stringer for “Coasters.” Honorable Mentions in fiction go to Louise Kantro, Michael Votta, Evan Chavez, and John Poblocki. The winner in poetry is Michael Gray for “Forever 21″ and For the Luggage X-Ray Machine at Fresno Yosemite International Airport.” Honorable Mentions go to Mary Bass Poulin, Caroline N. Simpson, and Christina Garofalo. The winner in nonfiction is Nancy Roach for “Cherry Crisp.” Honorable Mention in nonfiction goes to Genevieve Tyrrell.
HOT STREET is a biannual print magazine publishing intellectually and aesthetically provocative works of contemporary art and literature. It doesn’t matter to us if you’re new to the block or if you’ve been around awhile, if you’re traditional or experimental. We’re seeking literary fiction and nonfiction under 8,000 words that moves and transforms, pushes boundaries, and expands awareness. 

http://hotstreet.org/streetwise/

The Cypress Swamp



Beneath our feet, a dense hot tea
steeps in the cypress canopy.
Each plant signed the limestone print,
rust colored remnants of identity.
Tannins swim above waved sand,
keepers of heartwood eternity.




First published in Bear Creek Haiku.  June 2013.  Print and online.

Old Age




Old age is like being totally confused most of the time
except when a synapse in your brain fires a tune 
to which you once lindy hopped back in the fifties,
and you smile and dance by yourself in your chair,
catching the eye of whatever stranger is near,
laughing together as if she were there, too.




First published in Bear Creek Haiku. June 2013.  Print and online.