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
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Writing to Heal and poetry 📜
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.
- 2013
Click here to listen to Vincent Lee Gracen’s reading of the poem.
Annie Shares News Summer Sweat V3 Issue 7 😎
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‘Annie Shares News Volume 3 Issue 7 July 2024
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Hot and steamy summer greetings from East of Pittsburgh.
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My first announcement is all my books in eBook formats are on sale for the month of July from Smashwords/D2D. That’s right – all my titles will be available as part of a promotion on Smashwords for the month of July as part of their Annual Summer/Winter Sale! This is a chance to get one of my books, along with books from many other great authors, at a discount so you can get right to reading.
http://smashwords.com/shelves/promos
The GEMS Press accepted a second poem, How to Fall Asleep for their next anthology, the release is TBA.
The cover of my new novel, Imperfections (below) is competing for cover of the month for July on allauthor.com .
In other news, I’ve been writing blog posts, interviewing interesting people and writing poetry, essays and reading. I am taking a second generative small group poetry workshop in August with John Sibley Williams, who is a wonderful and talented instructor. His fees are reasonable and I’ve learned more about the craft of writing and the publishers who invite poets to submit their work. I am working harder on the quality of my poetry and hope to publish a full-length collection in 2025 thanks to John and his insightful instruction.
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Independence Day is being celebrated on the fourth of July. Being the wife of a Navy veteran, I want to thank the veterans and active-duty members with a heartfelt virtual hug and Hoo Rah!. Without our Nation’s military we would not be here today.
Speaking of the military, here’s a great book series I picked up from audible.com: Crash Dive: the complete series books 1-6 by Craig DiLouie It was fascinating, suspenseful and based on true stories of submariners who fought in WWII.
Until next time —
Vintage Furniture 🪑
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One night a few weeks ago, our local news station, KDKA Pittsburgh announced the Carnegie Music Hall of Homestead was selling the old theater seats prior to renovations. The seats, originally crafted in 1898 were being sold on a first come first served basis on a Saturday morning. The price? $50 for two ranging from good to fair condition. Jerry and I thought about it. He suggested putting the pair in the man cave, the garage.
The advertisement was just too cool to ignore — “These seats have been a front-row to decades of incredible performances (by) many artists like Three Dog Night, Kenny G., Toto, Gino Vanelli, Dave Chappelle, American Idol, Nikki Glaser and our very own Jeff Goldblum,” a Facebook post about the sale reads. “They are conversation starters that will leave your friends in awe, and make an incredible addition to your office, home theater, game room or even your back porch!”
Below is the full but brief article
Carnegie of Homestead Music Hall selling vintage theater seats (msn.com)
When he got there, the woman sold him a pair for $25 and threw in an extra back and seat for parts. The seats are beautifully crafted and wider than I thought. Jerry had to fix one a bit and then he mounted the pair on wood slats to protect the wrought iron feet from the concrete floor of the garage. A little retro chic for our new home.
Imperfections Blog Tour Stops 📔
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Blog tour dates and links
Thanks to Goddess fishPromotions and Marianne Judy and all the bloggers mentioned here and, of course all the people who posted comments and reviews.
Momma Says: To Read or Not to Read
Lisa Haselton’s Reviews and Interviews
Backyard Denizen 🐍
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During a hot span of days a few weeks ago Jerry found a large black snake sunning itself on a rock on the side of our house. At the time, he couldn’t get a good photo but based on his description I figured it was a black snake or some kind of rat snake, very common around here. He reassured himself it wasn’t venomous by identifying it with an app on his phone and it kept to itself. We didn’t want to disturb it knowing it would keep down the rodent population and it was denning in a place where there wasn’t foot traffic, separated from us by the back fence, so the dog was not going to harass it, either.
We live near the wooded area attached to parkland and deer walk down our street, rabbits chase one another to and from the yards, and songbirds are all over, which is sweet and much better than being awakened by sirens, yelling and semis blasting air horns from the highway at three a.m.
Back to the snake: The next couple of weeks it was cooler and rainy and we didn’t see it again …until today. It not only slithered to the other side of the yard near the tool shed but it also left us shedding. We estimate it is between five and seven feet long and not quite two inches around. The description and photos are below.
Maybe having the snake will keep the rabbits from the garden. 🤞
The image shows a person holding a long, shed snake skin on a glass patio table.
The setting appears to be a sunny day with shadows cast on the ground.
The next image is a black snake in the grass in the middle ground of the photo.
Annie Shares News May 2024
Annie Shares News Volume 3 Issue 5 May 2024
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Hello readers, it’s wonderful to share some items of interest with you. I’ve been juggling the release of my second contemporary novel, Imperfections and the audio book release of my first contemporary novel, Hope For the Tarnished on Audible.com . Since cloning isn’t an acceptable work around my time management skills are being put to the test. 🕰️
Beginning May 8, 2024 my blog tour will promoting Imperfections. I’ll be posting the links on Facebook. I’ll be sharing inside information about my book, the characters, the plot points and the writing life. I like to surprise people with little known tidbits, so if you follow me on FB, why not click on the blog where I am posting at the time of the tour and get to know more about me and the indie authors who support independent publishing.
My gift to you for subscribing to this blog and my newsletter is an interview I did in March launching Imperfections. The link to the MP3 is
Since moving to Pennsylvania, Jerry and I got the birding and gardening bug. We hung up a few bird feeders and a fountain. The diversity of the types of birds who come to feed is remarkable. Plus the deer, turkey, rabbits, squirrels and a large rat snake provide some excitement, 😉
The poem below is a tribute to the songbirds we hear in our yard and neighborhood.
Until next time, happy spring! 🌻
Avian Speak
Ann Chiappetta
Wee-see, wee-see, wee-see
Tufted messengers
Spring’s here
black cap flitters
cuck tuk TukTuk
yeep peek chuckle
Perched Passeri
burbles and wing beats
cherry blossom promises
Cheer up cheerio chick burr
So pretty so pretty so pretty
Drink your tea
Photo is a close up of two eastern bluebirds side by side on a cherry blossom tree branch.
Annie’s new novel promoted
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Article posted on AFB Career Connect ✍️ 🧑💻
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