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Ann Chiappetta

Guest Poet Blue April

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A Poem By Blue April

thinking of You, Me, Us

all alone in my room
no one’s awake

thinking of you, me, us.

4:30 a.m. lying down
staring at the darkness

thinking of you, me, us.

I turn on the TV
the song plays and

I’m thinking of you, me, us.

on the floor
hours pass, all alone

again, thinking of you, me, us.

together better in a dream
so I sleep

still thinking of you, me, us

 2010

2024 Creativity Check-In ✅

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The 2024 Creativity Check-In

 

“Rejected pieces aren’t failures; unwritten pieces are.”

—    Greg Daugherty.

 

It felt like a year of rejections. I’d increased submitting my work in 2023, mostly poems. The ‘R’ dominated the accepted/rejected submissions column on my spreadsheet.

 

It was a pivotal point in my writing life.  I admit I pouted, my husband remarked I sounded cranky. I asked a few of my trusted friends what they thought of my poems. In general, they said my poems were understandable, made them feel something and the imagery and metaphor wasn’t confusing or trite. A good response. But I wanted my poems to be better.  I wanted to learn how to craft poetry with memorable themes, with a message, once read, would not be easy to forget. Based on the number of rejections from editors I was not reaching those goals, at least not yet. I did not want my work to be “nice”, I wanted my work to be “Wow”.

 

I was recovering  from a string of serious grief provoking circumstances. The loss of my job in 2019 and the  death of my first guide dog in 2020 during the height of the pandemic.  Add the emotional toll my husband and I bore resulting from  the death of my second guide dog in early 2023 and being estranged from our first-born child for the last five years. It is understandable I sought  an avenue of expression which also proved cathartic but did not achieve  the accolades I craved.

 

The spark of creativity fueled by the last four years of my personal journey was rich in potential themes. How to plumb those depths became my focus.  I trolled the interwebs, found poets and writers who felt equally as stuck. It wasn’t writer’s block, it felt like I’d taken a wrong turn and couldn’t exit the traffic circle.

 

Thankfully asking others what they might do if faced with a similar creative conundrum, through personal conversations and the interwebs, I formed a plan.

 

Theoretically I could  submit to as many publishing calls as I fancied but I first had to write the quality poems  editors and journals sought. The next thing was to find poetry writing workshops and focused critique groups  with good mentorship and instruction. A few weren’t the right fit. One  instructor, however, offered a structured critique group and it checked all my boxes.   The groups did not exceed six poets, it was conducted over Zoom, including written commentary and suggestions for each poem submitted and  the sessions were recorded.

 

During the first session of a series of workshops in 2023 I shared I felt lost creatively and I wanted to unplug the emotions using poetry. The kind and caring attitude of not only the facilitator, john, but also the other poets, lent me the confidence to focus on  capturing the emotions and crafting the imagery and metaphoric language. Being open to constructive and kind feedback from the other poets and providing my own feedback to their poems encouraged me to become more confident and adjust my assumptions regarding the messages poets mean to convey in their quest of expression within their work. What became clear to me was I could address my grief   and the losses I bore using poetic devices I’d previously did not feel practiced enough to employ. Releasing  emotions, experimenting with and validating and recording them on a document healed me from within.

 

By the end of  2023 I’d completed a few workshops and my writing friends commented positively regarding the shift in style and power of the messages expressed in my work. A second opportunity developed for a second more intimate critique group. Two other poets and I began meeting weekly for a generative fellowship. I loved reading their work. Thanks to their mentorship,  I practiced how to offer kind and concise constructive feedback.  A spark of hopefulness morphed into energetic motivation. I began crafting , improving and sculpting poems evident by the feedback received by both my critique group and those outside it. I was finally getting somewhere.

 

It’s the end of 2024 and I am happy to share the acceptance rate of my poetry submissions is much improved. The quality of my poems has also improved and my friends and colleagues have noticed. The best part of my development is I feel more in control of my creative effort and it is conveyed in my work with a confidence and flair I willingly share with both poets and those who love reading and benefitting from reading poetry. I discovered other people cared about me and my creative efforts.

 

John Sibley Williams: John Sibley Williams

Behind Our Eyes Writers with Disabilities: www.behindoureyes.org

 

Find me on bluesky:  @anniecauthor.bsky.social — Bluesky

 

 

 

 

A Winter Themed Poem 🎅

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Ann Chiappetta

 

Winter Man

 

 

Jolly white bearded men appear

 

when the ground  is frosted and sleepy

 

a ready smile and twinkle in the eye

 

did he pluck a candy from behind your ear?

 

some say he is an Urban Myth

 

a commercial pretense

 

or  the world’s  nicest Wise Guy

 

attended by a North pole mafioso

 

slaloming across  time zones

 

tracked by NORAD

 

 

 

 

guest Post by Trish 😞

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If you like Trish’s post, email and let her know.

 

Facebook Blues

by Trish Hubschman

plutzhub@gmail.com

 

I’m off Facebook now.

For that, I’m not sad.

The frustration it caused was too high.
To rid of it, I’m glad.

 

I hope not to be gone forever.

And won’t be gone too long.

I hope to build my friends list again.

And not get the names wrong.

 

Being off is okay though.

It had become a tangled  mess.

Facebook was too controlling and didn’t care.

A result of today’s technology, I guess.

 

I have no way of contacting folks,

To say I am presently not there.

That is another thing that ticks me off.

For sure, it Isn’t fair.

 

I’ll be back,

Just wait AND SEE.

When you get my friend request,

know it’s me.

 

 

Trish Hubschman, author of the Tracy Gayle mystery series https://www.dldbooks.com/hubschman/

 

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Writing to Heal and poetry 📜

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Being a poet I often write and finish a poem and  shelve it in my mental library. When I pull it out for a poetry reading or some such project, my  reactions are sometimes surprising.

 

I recently dusted off an older poem about my Dad’s death and it got to me. I read it during a Get What You Need and Feel Good About It podcast.  The confusion, brooding tone and questioning feeling the poem elicited was powerful enough to get me all verklempt  and later the same night  resulted in a few dark dreams.

 

The poem’s meaning was meant to convey the frustration and helplessness we experience when losing a loved one. But I wonder if readers appreciate it like I do.

 

The poem, Salutations,  is in my 2020 collection, Words of Life: Poems and Essays. Vincent Lee Gracen narrated it. His performance is haunting and beautifully stark. The intensity of his talented narration evokes the emotions of grief and loss I could not convey and I am grateful he agreed to read it.

 

Salutations

By Ann Chiappetta © 2020

 

Goodbyes were said long ago

Although I couldn’t say why.

A life of 80 years has ended

And with it, the deal making begins

Preceded by melancholy

Preceded by guilt and  denial

And  anger, the funereal umbrella

A Black winged shroud

Flapping and snapping

Refusing to fold.

 

Preceded by watching my father  slowly die

 

A young girl’s fractured attachments

Brought on by divorce

A father’s quiescent avoidance

Built the wall in due course.

 

I know

Sad refrains and death’s bitter dirges

I’ve grieved since  age nine

Of death and dying, what do I really know?

I question

the purity of loss, the sanctity of morning

Because I surely haven’t achieved either

With the solemnity of a widow’s attire

Or baptism by fire

Though I’ve tried.

 

What I know

Flutters  like film strips

Time lapsed, monochrome, and silent.

In this heart and mind

All there is,

feather on stone

Wind on water

Gone.

book cover is a contemplative snapshot of a stack of stones each holding one word of the book’s title. To the right is a concentric pattern drawn in the sand.

 

  • 2013

Click here to listen to Vincent Lee Gracen’s reading of the poem.

https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/7ytt0doeiqovb8bcklict/04-17-Salutations.mp3?rlkey=pzmlawybwddba918krhpro73p&dl=0

 

 

 

 

 

 

Interview on the In Perspective show

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SAVE THE DATE!

Friday September 6, 2024

5pm Eastern: In Perspective

Featuring Annie Chiappetta, author of “Imperfections”

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More about Ann Chiappetta and her work…

 

Imperfections by Ann Chiappetta

© 2024 By Ann Chiappetta

For Lainie, feeling unwelcome is only the beginning of her struggles. Her mom is addicted to

painkillers, her stepfather is a felon, and her dad traded her in for a new family.

 

So what if she’s kicked out of high school? Determined and attractive, Lainie sets out to make

her own path.

 

Shane, the young man she begins dating and believes is trustworthy, transforms into a

possessive and cruel boyfriend. When Efren, Shane’s older cousin, enters her life, Lainie grasps

onto a sliver of hope, falling in love.

 

Shane’s obsessive and abusive treatment of her, however, casts a deep shadow over Lainie and

Efren’s chance to find safety and a future free of the fear of Shane’s sadistic retribution.

 

Will their love persevere, or will Shane’s pervasive and negative influence push Lainie and Efren

apart, forcing them to love secretly?

 

About the Author

 

Ann Chiappetta, M.S. Poet and author

Ann’s award-winning poems, creative nonfiction, and essays have appeared internationally in

literary journals, popular online blogs, and print anthologies. Her poems have been featured in

The Avocet, the Pangolin Review, Plum Tree Tavern, Magnets and Ladders, Oprelle, Western PA

Poetry Review 2024and Breath and Shadow. Ann’s short story, The Misty Torrent appeared in

the Artificial Divide anthology published by Renaissance Press (2021).

 

Ann is the recipient of the 2019 GDUI Excellence in Writing award and the WDOMI 2016 Spirit

of Independence award.

 

Independently published since 2016, the author’s six volume collection includes poetry,

creative nonfiction essays, short stories and contemporary fiction.

 

Diagnosed in 1993 with a rare form of progressive retinal disease, Ann accepts vision loss as

part of her life but doesn’t let it define her as a whole person.

Contact Ann by visiting her website:

www.annchiappetta.com

 

 

 

 

August Newsletter V 2.8

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Annie Shares News volume 3 Issue 8 August 2024

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Visit my Website

Follow me on my Goodreads author page or my Amazon Author page.

 

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I love this time of year, late summer is peaceful and productive for me. Pittsburgh, what I now call PGH, is filled with street fairs, farmer’s markets, and indoor and outdoor performances. What a great city. It is packed with historic locations, museums and sports arenas. I also heard a rumor PGH International airport will be adding a direct flight to Ireland. I hope it happens soon, I will be on a flight to the Emerald Isle as soon as possible. ✈️☘️

 

As you know, I am a poet and I am also a lifelong learner. Improving my poetry skills is and always will be a priority for me. I am currently in a small, focused poetry critique group facilitated by award winning poet, John Sibley Williams. If you are thinking about joining a small group of poets  and truly wish to step up your crafting skills, a group facilitated by john is the way to go. He offers affordable workshops on writing, publishing and crafting poetry, fiction and nonfiction.

 

I am always looking for opportunities to share  poetry with others. I would love to connect with schools, libraries and organizations who would like to consider me as a guest speaker either in person or virtually on Zoom. I  specialize in speaking to children, adolescents and adults on blindness and advocating for people with disabilities. I have over fifteen years of lived experience using a guide dog and  my knowledge base includes other types of service dogs and the organizations training them. My contact information is anniecms64@gmail.com or 914.393.6605.

Future plans change but I will share I am working on a new novel which will not be out until late 2025 or 2026.

 

 

Until next time, Yins –

 

Enjoy this poem.

 

TROPHIES

By Ann Chiappetta

 

Burnished figures on pedestals

Inscribed electroplate

Into households they gather, insidious

Conniving onto shelf and mantle place

 

They represent childhood paragons

Foster a competitive edge;

Rally spirits when called upon

As we leap and clear the proverbial hedge

 

They possess our emotions, sentiments

woven into beliefs

A bit of blanket, a toddler’s treasure

Photos that trigger grief

 

Even in death we cannot escape

Carved markers above bones underneath

Grassy knolls peppered with maudlin

Guardians, trophies the dead bequeath

 

Yet the living tend the reminders

While the dead are set free

What a breath holds dear

Spirits don’t need.

 

2005

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just a Trim, Please ✂️

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It was the right time and the right place. Alfredo’s Salon of hair design stylist, Lisa, knew why I was there.

 

Five months ago when I wanted to find a hair salon, a friend told me about Alfredo’s.  Lisa listened to me and said to come back in three months. My hair donation had to be at least ten inches long and needed to grow a bit more.

 

Yesterday was the day. Lisa cut five lengths of hair off my head. I now sport a curly mostly dark brown mop with a drizzle of silver at my temples. I am sure I will get used to my now bare neck feeling exposed.

 

I did it for cancer survivors and those fighting it. Wherever my hair goes, whomever benefits from it, it is the one best thing I could do besides donating money.  It keeps me humble and grateful  I can make a small contribution to  women and children diagnosed with cancer and honor those I’ve loved and lost to it.

 

I will be donating to Locks of Love and encourage you to give it a try. My stylist, Lisa, sent me home with my hair and I will package it up and mail it out, adding plenty of prayers and blessings.

 

Annie standing in driveway with new shorter hair cut. She is smiling and wearing a hot pink shirt.

 

Annie with short curly hair after donating.

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Summer Recipe

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Sweet and Savory Chicken Thighs with fresh garden herbs

 

Four to six boneless, skinless chicken thighs

¾ cup Italian bread crumbs

 

Marinade ingredients:

4 to 6 TBL spoons  of Extra V. Olive Oil EVOO

 

½ tsp Chili powder

Two cloves thinly sliced fresh garlic cloves

¼ tsp garlic or onion salt to taste

 

Here’s where I diverge from traditional cooks with exact measuring:

Use fresh herbs in season.

I used one  or two sprigs of rosemary leaves, and lemon Thyme  picked yesterday and left them to dry overnight.

I stripped the leaves from the stems and put them in a small Ziploc and crushed them up, what is equal to two pinches

One large pinch of fresh chopped parsley

1 TBLS brown sugar syrup

You can use corn syrup but use less.

Juice of one medium lemon

A sprinkle or smidge  of nutmeg and cinnamon stick, grated  fresh

Add all ingredients except the bread crumbs and mix well.

Use fork to poke holes in chicken for marinating.

Marinate chicken for two hours in refrigerator, making sure marinade is evenly distributed over and under chicken, cover with plastic wrap.

After an hour, slosh marinade around

the chicken and let marinate the final hour in fridge.

 

Remove chicken from marinade and place in large freezer bag, add 1 cup bread crumbs seal bag and toss until chicken is covered well. Let sit ten minutes.

 

prep a broiling tray   or use mesh tray with nonstick spray

set the convection oven setting at 350 for 30 minutes.

Air fry time may be less, refer to your oven’s settings.

 

For Regular oven time, which may be longer,   refer to your oven’s instructions.

 

 

Chicken should be sweetly flavored with a hint of savory  and garlic, bread crumbs holding in juice of chicken.

We roasted patty pan summer squash as a side dish. Yummy!

 

Don’t ask about calories or exacts,  my cooking is like my writing, I know the rules well enough so when needed, I can experiment with them.

 

 

 

 

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A burst of Creativity 🌅

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Media Release

 

Contact Ann Chiappetta 914.393.6605 anniecms64@gmail.com

 

Anthology Includes Local Author

 

July 17. 2024 Monroeville, PA —   The creative works of local poet and author, Ann Chiappetta,

will be in the newest literary anthology published by Behind Our Eyes, Inc.

 

Behind Our Eyes 3: A Literary Sunburst is the third literary anthology

by writers with disabilities, who don’t let their disability define

their life. The topics range from memoirs, fiction, and poetry sharing slices of life, speaking to universal themes and common experiences, involving loss and grief, adversity and fear, love and

passion. You’ll be thinking of these stories long after you’ve put the

book down.

 

Copies of “Behind Our Eyes 3: A Literary Sunburst” edited by Mary-Jo

Lord are available through Barnes&Noble and Amazon.Com. Contact the author, Ann Chiappetta  anniecms64@gmail.com or visit her website: https://www.annchiappetta.com

Visit  Behind Our Eyes to find out more about the organization and how to support their  enriching literary programs for writers with disabilities.

Text of cover image courtesy of Be My AI: The image is the cover of a book titled “Behind Our Eyes 3: A Literary Sunburst.” The subtitle reads, “The Third Literary Anthology of Stories, Poems and Essays by Writers with Disabilities.” The book is edited by Mary-Jo Lord. The background of the cover is gray, and the text is in yellow. Below the text, there is an image of a bright, fiery sunburst, showing intense solar activity with vivid orange and yellow colors.

Text of cover image courtesy of Be My AI: The image is the cover of a book titled “Behind Our Eyes 3: A Literary Sunburst.” The subtitle reads, “The Third Literary Anthology of Stories, Poems and Essays by Writers with Disabilities.” The book is edited by Mary-Jo Lord. The background of the cover is gray, and the text is in yellow. Below the text, there is an image of a bright, fiery sunburst, showing intense solar activity with vivid orange and yellow colors.