Dear Saturday,
You’re not going to buy into that snow business, are you?
Love,
Kevin
(4 November 2017)
Dear Saturday,
You’re not going to buy into that snow business, are you?
Love,
Kevin
(4 November 2017)
Today’s entry…
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I may be starting to get the hang of these things…
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Dear Friday,
Snow—not. You’re not that cold…
Love,
Kevin
(3 November 2017)
A day late, but here we go…
For this latest entry in my series of tributes to poets I know, I celebrate and acknowledge Georgia S. McDade. Dr. McDade (she is the first African-American woman to earn a Ph.D in English from the University of Washington, in 1987) is one of those people who is seemingly in constant motion. On nearly every occasion I have seen her, she has either just come from another event, is about to rush off to another one, or both.
I know Georgia mainly through the monthly Writers Read, held the second Sunday of each month (except for May and August) at the library in Columbia City. Writers Read is presented by the African-American Writers’ Alliance, of which she is a founding member.
As a writer, she has written several books of poetry, including five volumes of her Outside the Cave series, as well as many essays and stories. What I like about her poems is that they are unambiguously in her own voice—that is, they sound like her. To hear Georgia McDade read one of her poems, or one of her stories, is to be part of a conversation. At least, that’s the feeling I always have.
As an educator for more than three decades, Georgia regularly encourages people to write, regardless of their level of experience. Everyone has a story to tell, she says, and that’s how we learn about each other, and discover those things we have in common.
To learn more, here are links to a couple of articles from the South Seattle Emerald.
And here is video of Dr. McDade reading some of her work:
(2 November 2017)
Dear Thursday,
Wednesday got the month off to a decent start. You, on the other hand, are troubling me with this weather—I like the colors, but it shouldn’t be this cold yet.
Love,
Kevin
(2 November 2017)
These elevenies are too damn serious so far. Here is a silly one to balance things out…
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I did not realize until just a moment ago that it is already past midnight. That’s because I have started on The Lilac Years at last, doing the copy-and-paste from my Word documents into InDesign, and working on the basic layout.
Below are screenshots of a few of the spreads. So far, the main drawback to putting the titles at the bottom of the page is that longer titles are a bit troublesome. What I have been doing is to keep the titles their full size (Clarendon 13/15) as long as they fit within two lines; once they go to three, I fit what makes sense on the first line, then make the rest of the title smaller (8/11) so that it fits on the second line.
Of course, if I scrap this particular iteration, I won’t have to worry about any of that—but I’m going to place all the poems in InDesign first. Then the fun can begin.
Stay tuned!
(2 November 2017)
At the last minute, I decided on the elevenie as my writing challenge for November—another month of counting words…
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Dear Wednesday,
Your turn—get it right.
Love,
Kevin
(1 November 2017)