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January cover

If you live in Mississippi you may recognize this magazine cover.

For the past few months, I have been writing for Portico Jackson Magazine. In this month’s issue I wrote the Giving Tree section on Dress for Success Metro Jackson. I am so grateful to Portico for the chance to meet Ms. Pat Chambliss and the incredibly dedicated women who run Dress for Success, as well as the women helped by the program. The women were so compelling and so honest about their experiences that I couldn’t wait to get their story published.

I hope you will go to the grocery store/bookstores and pick up a copy. Or even better, subscribe to Portico Jackson magazine here

And please, please let me know what you think!

image by Geninne

First, the dreaded apology. I’m sorry I’ve been remiss in posting new pieces. I really do not have any good excuses.

So I thought, why not “kick-off” a new post and make good on a promise I made several months ago?

That promise, dear readers, was to a Mrs. Patricia Neely-Dorsey to review her new book of poems, Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia, a Life in Poems.

She has been remarkably patient with my tardiness, a true testament to her Southern genteel character.

Mrs. Neely-Dorsey writes,

“My mother gave me a passionate love for reading and writing, and my father gave me an appreciation for poetry and great literature, especially that of African-American origin.”

I am always interested in how a writer draws from her own heritage in her work not as a way to enhance it, but as a main character. For Mrs. Neely-Dorsey, her main character is Tupelo, Mississippi.

For Southerners, Mrs. Neely-Dorsey promises that her book will bring back childhood memories. She writes on her site,   “You are most certain to relive, if only in your mind, some of your own most  beautiful childhood memories.”

Here is a piece from her poem entitled “Southern Life”:

If you want a glimpse of Southern life,
Come close and walk with me;
I’ll tell you all the simple things,
That you are sure to see.
You’ll see mockingbirds and bumblebees,
Magnolia blossoms and dogwood trees;
Caterpillars on the step,
Wooden porches cleanly swept;
Watermelons on the vine,

Strong majestic Georgia pines

Rocking chairs and front yard swings

Junebugs flying on a string

In “Southern Life” Mrs. Neely-Dorsey uses a rhyme scheme which is most appropriate with the mood of her work. Simple.  Happy. Innocent. Nostalgic of Childhood.

Since my own childhood took place almost a thousand miles away from the culture- and climate for that matter!- of Mrs. Neely-Dorsey’s work, I find it difficult to relate to her poetry. But I’m interested to read what my Southern friends have to say about it. Does Mrs. Neely-Dorsey’s work conjure images of childhood for you?

If you are interested in learning more about Mrs. Patricia Neely-Dorsey and her book Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia, a Life in Poems click over to http://patricianeelydorsey.webs.com/

edits

Today I was fortunate enough to attend Davis Magnet School’s Poetry Cafe.

how we express ourselves

The Poetry Cafe was a Ask for More Arts JumpstART program  supported by Parents for Public Schools of  Greater Jackson. The theme was “self-metaphor” and students from two 4th grade classes presented.

The experience made me wonder about the teachers  that inspired me to write. I began to wonder; How was the love of the written word instilled in me?

As a child, I remember the amount of respect and admiration my father gave words. As a Jew, he valued the words of Torah. As a secular student, he loved books and poems. I would listen to my father read Walt Whitman out loud, squeezing the sound out of each syllable in order to take in all that the word held. I wanted to create something that my father could pick up off of the page. I wanted to orchestrate sentences that would hold his attention long enough for him to look up from the book and say, “Isn’t that incredible?”

Books were always accessible in my house. The youngest daughter by ten years, I had a full library of my sister’s books by the time I could read. The greatest thrill was when my father would catch me taking a new book down from the shelves. A man of very few congratulatory remarks, my father was near impossible to please.  But, if he caught me reading, he would come over to pinch my cheeks and remind me that books were the only way to strengthen my mind.

While I do not agree with many things my father has said over the years, I do agree with his respect for the written word and the power it has over the imagination. I am indebted to my father for instilling in me a deep appreciation for reading. He is the reason I carry two- sometimes three- books with me on a weekend trip. He is the reason I love the feel of books in my hand and the sight of books on the kitchen table. And he is the reason that when I come across a perfectly written sentence, one where the syntax is constructed so flawlessly I have no choice but to reread the sentence until it permeates my skin, he is the reason I consider that phenomenon one of the greatest pleasures in life.

ode

Today is a very, very special day.

eec

Happy Birthday to the poet who has the power to shift parts of me I did not know existed.

it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch
another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart, as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such silence as i know, or such
great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

if this should be, i say if this should be--
you of my heart, send me a little word;
that i may go unto him, and take his hands,
saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands


true naturejennyvorwaller

Life, at times, can be felt best through images.

The inspiration is out there and I have to let it take hold of me.

Today I am grateful for:

A healthy family

The Jackson, Mississippi art community

A job that helps me feel like I’m doing something with my life/degree/in the community, keeps me afloat in this economy, and still allows me to be creative and  write

The unlimited source of inspiration in this world

Thank you thank you thank you

There is so much to be excited about in Jackson this week. I’ll just cut to the good stuff:

Art by C Leigh McInnis

Art by C Leigh McInnis

Mr. C Leigh McInnis, a true force in the literary scene of Mississippi, has an article featured in Oxford American about Afro-American MS writers and artists. Here is an excerpt:

“With poetry, there seems to be two opposing traditions. At one end of the spectrum is the poetry of the white university and the major literary journals, which is laden with imagery and an esoteric, minimalist technique that is more challenging (for the average non-English major) to crack than a CIA code. At the other end of the spectrum is the poetry presented at open-mic/spoken-word houses across the country, which is often devoid of imagery, rings like limericks, and is celebrated more for the poet’s performance style or the subject matter than for the quality of language. Most poetry falls somewhere between these two poles, but the poetry in the literary journals is not read by very many people, and the poetry in the coffee houses is not published in many journals.”

Read the full article here.

There is also a link to poetry by several prominent writers in Mississippi. One is Poet of Truth, a regular poet at the Writer’s Spotlight. Another is Skipp Coon who will be performing this Friday at the Jackson Arts Collective Showcase. And of course, you can hear some of Mr. McInnis’ phenomenal work: Afro Mississippi poetry

Which leads me to another announcement. All three of the above mentioned poets, as well as myself will be performing this Friday at the Jackson Arts Collective Showcase. We will be joined by several talented writers, artists, dancers, and actors.

fall sowcase

The Showcase will be held at The Commons 719 Congress Street, Jackson, MS. The event runs from 6-11, but the writer’s presentation will be in the coffeehouse from 7-9.

Here is the tentative lineup for the night:

7-710                Poet of Truth

710-720             Doug Jennings

720-730             Jerry File

730-740             Blaque Butterfly

740-750             Katrina Renee Byrd

750-8                Skipp Coon

8-810                C Leigh McInnis

810-820             Talibah Smith

820-830             Latoriya Phillips

830-840             Janine Julia Jankovitz

840-850             Dierdre Payne

850-9 John Howell

9-910                   Marcia See


the week after

Thank you to everyone who made September 25th the best Writer’s Spotlight to date.

I will post pictures very soon, promise.

Here is an excerpt from an article in this week’s JFP written by the editor Lacey McLaughlin.
Thank you, Lacey, for the kind words.

[Editor’s Note] Kicking It Up

by Lacey McLaughlin
September 30, 2009

“I have a confession; lately I haven’t been living in the moment. Here at the JFP we have a million ideas and staff members who work insanely hard because of their commitment to doing good work. I think all of us struggle with the fact that there are only so many hours in the day that keep us from implementing all those great ideas. To-do lists can run several pages, and at the end of the day it can be hard to leave the office. I feel fortunate, though, because my work doesn’t feel like work—every issue we put out is a collaboration involving creativity, wit, perseverance, excitement and lots of soul.

So on Friday when I attended the Writer’s Spotlight at the Eudora Welty Commons, I found myself checking off my mental to-do list and thinking about this issue instead of absorbing the work of fellow writers. Then local poet Bob Hudson started reading poetry from a book he recently self-published. I don’t know Mr. Hudson, but his poems drew me in, and I found it difficult to think about anything else.

Local freelance writer Janine Jankovitz who also works at the Institute For Southern Jewish Life, organized the Writer’s Spotlight in an effort to create an outlet for writers to share their work. A broad spectrum of writers from beginners to publishers stood up and read their hearts out. Each poem or short story made me laugh or reflect on my own experiences. The event displayed a vibrant pocket of talent that lives within our city and left me feeling humble.

[...]

These experiences brought me back into the moment. I was able to reflect and relate to these local artists and truly enjoy the act of expression. Efforts to make Jackson to a home for artists—young or old, rich or poor, and black or white—-to thrive should not go unnoticed.

The excitement is contagious and inspiring. Each of the events I attended contained so much soul and hear, with no signs of pretension or “art snobs” in sight. People like Krista Bower, Jamie Weems, Adam Collier and Janine Jankovitz are doing an amazing job in bringing together the art community. So many others are doing the same thing, and their efforts are at the core of Jackson’s Renaissance.”

Dear October

In anticipation for the season that inspires me the most:

tim burton fashion

October brings apple spice and hard cider. Crunchy red, yellow and orange leaves. Halloween. Hopefully more writing.

writersworkshop-sept09

Tonight is the 4th Writer’s Spotlight, hope to see you there.

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