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Ann Chiappetta

Word of the Year 🦮

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Yellow lab Bailey lick's Annie's face. She is laughing.Annie and yellow lab Bailey licking her face

The word for 2025: Doggedness

 

Definition — persistence in effort; tenacity or perseverance.

 

I have been reading essays and blog posts about choosing an action word for 2025. Being someone who doesn’t respond well to new year resolutions I decided to try a word of intent.

 

Looking back on 2024, I accomplished many good things with my husband by my side. We also felt the strain of transition. Leaving our home of over thirty years and relocating to a different State and the death of my retired guide dog, Bailey left us reeling. Jerry and I occupied ourselves with managing the house and we both acclimated fairly well in this respect. But as we settled into our new home and routines, the pain of losing Bailey became almost unbearable for me. Not only did I miss him in a physical sense, but I missed the loss of independence he provided being my guide dog. His illness and death cut me off from pushing ahead and taking full advantage of our new life here and what the community offered.

 

Bailey died on March 16, 2024. My heart has recovered enough to welcome my successor guide, though, only a few months ago I wasn’t ready and questioned if I was sufficiently healed to open my heart so soon.

 

Parting with our lives back in New York and embracing Pennsylvania and the quieter lifestyle and less frantic pace we both longed for many years was the expected, watching Bailey suffer and pass from complications brought on by lung cancer was the unexpected.

 

The depression and grief resulting from losing Bailey dragged me down, at times the light at the end of the tunnel dimmed to a pinprick.

Losing Bailey was like losing my eyesight – again –And had doubts about the mental effort it would take to step out of the darkness into the here and now, to feel the warmth of the sun on my soul.

 

Some days I wanted to sleep the entire day away but I didn’t. The motivation to get up and fight off the sadness kept me from giving up. I got back out using my white cane and regained some lost confidence. I am still avoiding going places on my own, though. The irrational fear of being dropped off in front of a strange building with no cell reception floods me with anxiety. I don’t have my dog to keep me safe if I get lost. I don’t know where I am. The entire geography is unfamiliar, unlike New York. In New York, if I didn’t know where I was, I still knew where I was.

 

Yes, it is March, my birthday month. I’ve reached the tunnel’s end, evident by this post tapping my chest and telling my heart to get ready for dog three. Telling myself I will hold onto a harness and fly again.

 

Here is where doggedness accents my life during 2025. I will be dogged about pushing past my fears, work towards training with another guide dog, and allow myself to remember Bailey, his big yellow labbbiness, big personality and tongue, and honor him by taking a chance on another canine partner.

 

 

 

 

I didn’t ignore your email, I was descriptathonning 👩‍💻

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This year’s DescriptAthon is over and our team, Cape Hatteras National Seashore (go team Rip!)  worked together to complete describing the images and map of the brochure, making the recorded information available  to blind and low vision visitors.  Each year the National Park Service, through a designated funding source, coordinates the program. During a three-day period, over 180 volunteers, comprised of park service employees, agencies, and people who are blind or who cannot read print, meet virtually and immerse themselves in audio description best practices.  This year 16 teams participated in the audio description adventure with daily presentations, practice breakouts and Q & A.  the result for each National Park is a completed, audio described version of the park’s brochure. The park service brochure contains graphics images, photos, and maps. Thanks to the dedicated park service employees, associated agencies, organizations and individuals working together, brochures are converted into an audio format. The recording can be played through the UNID app as audio or a combination of text and audio. The app is available for Apple and Android mobile devices.

 

This is a unique and caring space where people who are blind and low vision are valued. Our voices are heard along with the experts. We are asked to educate our sighted peers what is best when preparing descriptive text for the best user experience. The rule of thumb is: what you see is what we want to hear.   It is a place where we, the people with vision loss, work alongside sighted people who listen and want to make a difference. The collaborative atmosphere is fun and energetic.

 

The following poem and photo are a pairing I wanted to share. The photo is from the Cape Hatteras brochure.

Words hatch

heading toward the place

where sand meets water

 

 

DESCRIBING: A color photograph

SYNOPSIS:  A small green sea turtle hatchling is depicted making its way across wet sand.

DETAILED DESCRIPTION: In this color photograph, a green sea turtle hatchling is positioned in the center as it crawls across smooth, wet sand. Its dark, almost black, oval shell contrasts with its pale underbelly and lighter, textured limbs. The hatchling’s small, round head emerges prominently, with glossy, beady eyes reflecting light as it focuses ahead, moving towards the right of the image. Its front flippers are stretched forward, propelling it across the damp surface, leaving a faint trail behind in the wet sand. Around the turtle, delicate foamy bubbles cling to the sand, remnants of a recently receding wave. The wet sand glistens slightly in the pale sunlight, suggesting either dawn or dusk.

CAPTION: Green sea turtle hatchling

 

CREDIT: In Pee Es

A close-up photo of a recently hatched sea turtle. It is on the sand and seems to be heading for the water
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warm thoughts on a cold day

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Got cabin fever? How about some reading to help pass the time.

Hop on over to

https://pattysworlds.com/sublime-sunday-reading-presents-featured-author-of-the-week-ann-chiappetta/

 

and read an interview I submitted for Patty’s Worlds blog. If you haven’t checked Patty’s books, why not find out about them while you’re visiting.

 

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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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