tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86068576419226064062024-02-08T04:00:51.040-07:00Bonnie MusingEach poem, like a hand-stitched quilt piece, finds its niche in a broad tapestry of vivid Southwestern lives spanning more than a century. The reader will know horse soldiers, a famous New Mexico madam. The book raises the veils of discrimination from an idyllic setting. The spirituality of the Southwest is portrayed by a smart-assed raven, the magical journey of an old yellow pickup, and a formal ball in the famous Buffalo Bar of Silver City.Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606857641922606406.post-64797872407831466982013-02-15T15:00:00.002-07:002013-02-16T17:05:19.694-07:00Guns<b>Gun Control</b>. I have handled and even loved guns for most of my life. I also am sick and tired of the mayhem created in our country by those who think they must own assault weapons in order to exercise their Second Amendment right to bear weapons, or in case a militia is needed to overthrow the government.<br />
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The Second Amendment is as open to interpretation as the Bible, and as apt to create a heated argument. <b>Assault weapons are to the Second Amendment what Porn is to the First Amendment. You are entitled to possess both, but does that mean you must?</b> Porn demeans women, and men, for that matter, and assault weapons kill large numbers of innocent people, many of them children because they are always the easiest prey. Ask any predator, and he will tell you that.<br />
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I am inviting the wrath of my dear Montana nephews and probably a lot of other people. Please reply with something more helpful to this discussion than <i>F... You. </i>We are polarized by fear on this topic and I do not want to be a part of this. I also have some good gun stories, but will save them for another blog unless the response to this one is too depressing.<br />
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<br />Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606857641922606406.post-56492683369873712002013-02-10T10:08:00.000-07:002013-02-10T10:08:07.173-07:00Endless PossibilitiesI have not written here for many months. Each day is a gift whether it be marked by pain or joy or lack of direction. It is my life. Now. It is what I make it. It always has been, and I did not always make good choices. When a choice turned out to be bad, I followed it through, found my way back to where I needed to be to be productive, to be loving, to be alive in the present.<br />
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I have come to the realization that for me there will be no afterlife; that I cannot accept the tenants of any organized religion. It is scary. I feel alone, but honest in no longer adhering to manmade doctrines that take me no where.<br />
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Meanwhile I reach out to those I love, and who love me although they are not always there at the moment. It is ok. We all have our distractions. Meanwhile I awake to the windblown curves of the two pinones visible through my glass doors, to the sun shining on patches of snow, and the cold wind that will cleanse my mind of cobwebs when I walk later with the dogs. My feet will feel rocks that have broken free with the hard freeze, and I can remove them from my path, and move on to see the first green of a weed that is not a weed, a plant with no name until it grows and lets itself be known to me. I remember the V's of wild geese flying as we drove home from Mesa yesterday, and I look for them only to find raven wheeling and playing, and I sprinkle bread crumbs over the fence for him.Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606857641922606406.post-46126330589952996822012-05-04T14:48:00.000-06:002012-05-04T14:48:04.380-06:00Creativity...from where does it come?A friend of many years asked me recently about the source of my creativity. I had never thought of it in quite that way. I am from a creative family. My grandfathers, father and brother are Irish storytellers, my father a carver in bone, my brother Jerry a self-taught artist along with my mother. My brother, Pat is incredibly poetic, even though his dyslexia is a haunting factor. If he had patented all of his metal fabrications, he would be famous for them.<br />
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I loved the beauty of words on a page, even before I could read. Coming from a creative family is a factor. Living in the beauty of the Western United States for most of my life is another.learned early to look for the first crocus of spring, to listen for the first cricket, and to be outdoors at the time of sunrise and sunset. I developed an artist's eye, to see beyond a stand of buffalo grass to what lay beneath, and what over eyes had observed similar grasses.<br />
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I have always encouraged students to honor their own creativity. We don't have to be artists, or dancers, or writers to be express our creativity. It can be in the way we dress, the way we decorate a room, or plant a garden. We all know people who live creatively, who are different from the norm.<br />
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Dare to be different. If colors are drab according to fashion, wear brights because they suit you better. You don't need to be stylish if you don't like what style is. Be you, but first you have to discern who you are, or who you want to be.Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606857641922606406.post-53867986518635778822012-04-16T21:17:00.001-06:002012-04-16T21:17:20.895-06:00Poet Laureate, Silver City; Grant County, NMI have been selected as the inaugural poet laureate for southwestern New Mexico. I cannot tell you how humbled I am by this two-year appointment. I feel as though I am back in my Montana one-room school, and just received a gold star for the week. I am especially pleased to be able to use the post of poet laureate to enhance the awareness of the literary arts in our area.<br />
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I anticipate encouraging other writers, particularly those who were as insecure as I was about showing my poetry to anyone. The idea of reading it aloud terrified me. I hope that beginning poets will contact me, and that I can meet with them individually, or plan workshops that will leave them feeling more confident. Needless to say, my own poetry will be richer for the experience.<br />
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I am looking forward to meeting the other poet laureates in our state. There are now four. Only a short time ago, there one in Santa Fe. A poet laureate was selected in Albuquerque this week. Unfortunately, the poet laureate of Las Cruces died recently.<br />
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I will be writing more often on my blog, and poetry will be a frequent topic along with a few comparisons of poetry revision and pruning in the garden.<br />
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Today I burned the syllabi for the last graduate courses I taught. It was hard to see them go. I will not be teaching counseling or education courses again, even if I am asked. The time it would take from my present undertakings would be difficult. It means I will never sit in a seminar room again with a group of students I am intent on awakening to the subject at hand. The fun of seeing them involved in their own learning, their own core beliefs, their own reasons for wanting to be teachers or counselors. I wanted to teach until the day I knew I should not, but it doesn't work that way. Other factors got in the way of continuing to keep alive the part of my career that I loved most.<br />
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Syllabi were my opportunity to exercise a bit of creativity within the academic mold. Some of them were for courses I developed. It is interesting to contrast what was happening in 1971 with my new doctoral degree in hand, and an opportunity to broaden the thinking of Western New Mexico University students. I put on my ERA bracelet and wrote a rationale for a new course, <i>Psychology of Women. </i>It was met with the expected firestorm of university committee thought. Why a course for women if an equal one did not exist for men? I explained that all psychology of the time was psychology of men. And so the course was finally approved, and I was overrun with interested students. The first course, upper division and graduate level had sixty students sign up for it. Even divided in half, it would have been too large for the discussion groups which were at its heart. Students were organized into smaller groups of ten, and so began the discussion of how it is that men who are capable of great love for women are not capable of an equal amount of respect.<br />
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Today, more than forty years later, I hear Rick Santorum, candidate for president, speak about why women should be in the home, chained by that devil birth control.He just won in two Southern states! In my blog tomorrow, I will go on to pursue another course I developed, Psychology of the Chicano, and a discussion of minority status including that of women. Maybe I do need to save those syllabi from the fire!<br />
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<br />Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606857641922606406.post-51111896419521904542012-03-14T08:30:00.001-06:002012-03-14T08:30:13.716-06:00Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606857641922606406.post-24847492641502174702011-12-12T09:36:00.000-07:002011-12-12T09:36:36.267-07:00Teacher/Counselor/Advisor/MentorI have had many students ask if I plan to write about our shared experiences at Western New Mexico University, Teacher Education Center, formerly Elementary Laboratory School, and the present Child Development Center Just this past week, I wrote about the connection among the above entities. This was written to celebrate the retirement of Terry Salars Anderson, School Director. It was removed from the program by an administrator.<br />
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It is important to remember the history of institutions and what worked and what didn't, and creating ideal environments for learning was one that Western has always done well.<br />
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Students remember the good teachers and the nurturing learning environments. They also remember the bad ones. For those of you who are trusted with the education of others, take that responsibility very seriously, and know that what you say and do will be remembered for years to come. I will be writing more on the subject of teacher and student. I will share thoughts as a counselor and mediator.<br />
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Reach out to a child who needs an extra hug. Remember to look for the child within.Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606857641922606406.post-3978360924024613952011-12-09T16:12:00.001-07:002011-12-09T16:40:48.617-07:00December 9, 2011<br />
My end of year resolution is to be a better blogger. My last post was in June. I am going to do better. I have neglected my journal and my blog in my finishing my latest book, <i>Too Personal for Words: The Invisible Path of Aging. </i> The corrections phase took longer than what I wanted even though i felt it had been edited to death. I will have the first copies in my hands in two weeks, perhaps before Christmas, but not the Solstice. This book is more autobiographical than I wished it to be. Like most books, it takes its own path, and the writer may cringe, but knows that is where it must go. Sophia, my wise and beautiful sixteen year old granddaughter, said that it was an important book for me to leave to a younger generation Oh, Sophie, please do not make the mistakes I did. You will make your own, but you have made it to sixteen without having to become an adult over night. I am proud of you, and your critique gave me courage when I was thinking of removing a couple of the grittier poems.<br />
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My third book of poems is focused on the Southwest. It won the WILLA Finalist Literary Award for poetry in 2011. Needless to say this was a grand surprise. I didn't expect it. I was over seventy when I finally had time to make my poetry a top priority. This is written for each of you who has a creative dream that is not yet realized. It is never too late. Remember Grandma Moses and remember me.<br />
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I will close with a few recent thoughts.<br />
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1. Don't fear growing older. Make it an adventure, and remember to laugh at yourself. It keeps you humble.<br />
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2. Don't let the insanity of the period we are living through unhinge you. Remember the things that have happened this year such as The Arab Spring which is a tribute to young people seeking better lives.<br />
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3. Buy simple seasonal gifts for those you love. Never mind the simple $5000 diamond, or convertible. That isn't what I have in mind by simple. I recall reading that people who practice loving simplicity in gift giving, and put their money into travel or home improvements are glad for their decisions.Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606857641922606406.post-22931415777428589782011-06-21T16:31:00.000-06:002011-06-21T16:31:51.479-06:00Cruising at EightyWHAT I HAVE LEARNED IN EIGHTY YEARS:<br />
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1. Don't wait to learn to play. Do it today.<br />
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2. Be a mentor to young people. Bad life decisions can result from depending on your own generation for answers.<br />
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3.Don't fear confrontation. Out it can come understanding. Doing nothing can result mystery illnesses.<br />
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4.Follow your gut and your spirituality, and do not allow organized thought, whether it be religious<br />
or cultural, dictate your life. If you determine that you are a nonbeliever, rejoice in it. You will not cause wars.<br />
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5. Stay away from negativity. It saps your energy, and solves nothing.<br />
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7. Laugh and develop or maintain a sense of humor. It will get you through tough times.<br />
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8. Accept responsibility if you own it. Don't own it when it belongs to someone else.<br />
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10. Never stop learning. It will keep you young.Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606857641922606406.post-79793061232719382272010-12-26T09:38:00.002-07:002010-12-26T10:44:23.583-07:00HolidaysI remember Christmas as a small girl in a remote Montana outpost that Christmas meant my mother creating magic in one room of the oilfield bungalow that replaced the gracious Victorian ranch house no longer ours. For that moment our parents stepped out the glorious past into a trip to the Sweet Grass Hills. The fragrant tree was decorated with spun glass fruits collected by our mother in San Francisco. Under it four gifts, purchased from Sears' catalog, beckoned to my brothers and me. I received a doll, but I secretly coveted the wooden barn and farm animals given to my brother Pat.<div>
</div><div>Today I am glad it is the day after Christmas. The highlights were sending and receiving cards and letters to far away friends and family during the Advent Season. I love decorating though this year fewer of the heirlooms traveled from the guest house basement to the adobe house and the white Christmas tree with its silver and white ornaments.</div><div>
</div><div>I did not bake countless little loaves of bread and fruit cakes soaked in brandy.. I did prepare gingerbread dough for grandchildren, Sophie, Lauren, Joseph and Bobby to roll into gingerbread people.</div><div>
</div><div>I once had creches displayed on every fireplace, and table top. This year there was one on the altar for photographs of our lost loved ones, beginning with Dennis, my beloved son who died almost twelve years ago.</div><div>
</div><div>My manuscript on aging advanced with a couple of long writing sessions and then all the fun of family arriving, and celebrating Christmas Eve with a festive dinner, and Christmas day with a lot of relaxation, walks with the dogs, and preparing beef stroganoff with Shauna for dinner. The kids had a great time with the Christmas crackers.</div><div>
</div><div>It is interesting to me that our spiritual beliefs may evolve, but our devotions to old traditions may not. And so we are allowed to return to the magic of childhood if only for a holiday moment. </div><div>
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</div><div>You will know when you have actually become a mature adult because you will be able to see your parents as the two people they are separate from their parent roles. It is amazing to begin to understand why they parented the way they did. It is also comforting to know that the things you disliked the most in them are what you avoided most in your own relationship with your children. Examples would be physical punishment or shaming as a form of discipline.</div><div>
</div><div>We never cease having a child within, and that child never ceases looking for someone to soothe his pain, to love him when he least deserves it. That person may be a parent of choice rather than an actual parent, but they are out there, and you will be aware of them as they come in to your life at different times. Meanwhile trying to appreciate what your parents went through is helpful.</div><div>
</div><div>For me, parenting was the toughest job I ever did. I never felt up to the task but did the best I could at the time. I would like to do it over again now that I have gained a higher degree of wisdom to do so.</div>Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606857641922606406.post-60877473049104509342010-06-19T17:15:00.002-06:002010-06-19T17:29:04.186-06:00Losing your voice1.You lose your voice as a young child when you are hushed for speaking, for laughing, for reaching for a toy.<div>2. You lose your voice when a teacher disapproves your rabbit that doesn't look like hers.</div><div>3. You lose your voice when you are not respected by adults who expect you to respect them. </div><div>4, You lose your voice when your gender or sexual preference is diminished.</div><div>5. You lose your voice when your rights as a human being are not upheld.</div><div>
</div><div>1.I recovered my voice as a woman in circles of women and men who understood.</div><div>2.I gained my voice as a poet from my readers.</div><div>3.I learned real freedom as an older woman.</div><div>4. I have spent my adult life helping others to free themselves from psychological bondage.</div><div>5. Our voices need never be less in order for other voices to be more.</div><div>
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</div><div>And now it is time to move on to new endeavors, my poems on aging, more New Mexico poems, and just being in the now in this beautiful time of year with flower seeds sprouting, and me forgetting some of what I scattered across the terraces. Half the fun is guessing what is coming up next. </div><div>
</div><div>I am thinking of the fact that we gardeners create gardens for ourselves. Few other people will see them, and when they do, they will not be aware that they are looking at sore backs andarthritic hands, not to mention contented hearts!</div><div>
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</div><div>2. The truth is that I have written my way through a large part of my life, and yet my next book </div><div> is calling me even more than the one that is barely launched, It's Only Raven Laughing.</div><div>
</div><div>3. My new book, Too Personal for Words, is written from a freer part of my persona. It approaches aging with humor and sometimes frustration and fear. It looks back at</div><div> events in my life that I have not been able to face until recently.</div><div>
</div><div>4. I write because I have to. For you it may be painting or collecting, or placing another pin</div><div> in your travel map that keeps you motivated. I have other interests too, but it is here with my worn Mac that makes each day feel complete.</div><div> </div>Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606857641922606406.post-38047473376668008752010-04-30T20:22:00.003-06:002010-04-30T20:40:40.663-06:00Change and TransitionHow many of us can say that change is easy. Do you agree that once we make up our mind that something needs to change in our lives, that we do what we need to do to make it happen? Or do you fail on your first try? Do you make pros and cons lists about benefits and losses for each side? You make your decision and regret it. <div>
</div><div>One of the hardest behaviors to see through to a satisfactory outcome is the change that is essential if we are going to deal with countless transitions in our life. Transition is something we are constantly confronted with. It may be developmental...growing older, changing schools, changing jobs, moving in or out of a relationship, changing the family dynamic such as a new baby, stopping a behavior that is affecting you negatively such as smoking or substance addiction, new job, losing a spouse or other very close relative or friend. These are only examples.</div><div>
</div><div>More about transition next time. How to move through it, and to discover that there is gain as well as loss in the changes you have had to enact.</div>Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606857641922606406.post-74429442723196895502010-04-27T17:33:00.003-06:002010-04-27T18:08:15.500-06:00WorkAddictions <div>
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</div><div>I could have kept drinking</div><div>after that first draught</div><div>of dandelion wine</div><div>from a wooden barrel</div><div>when I was five,</div><div>but I saw more smiles</div><div>when I dusted and picked</div><div>up stuff left lying around.</div><div>
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</div><div>What I have learned about aging is that you better have a sense of humor, and if you have never dealt well with change, this might be the time to work on it. It is developmental. It is sneaky. It is beweildering in that one day you can't seem to do something that you did the day before such as getting up from a kneeling position without having to put a hand out to give yourself a push.</div><div>
</div><div>There are good things about it. You are more inclined to say what you think. You realize you are not going to be around forever and do what you can to make peace with your world. You learn to try to stay in the present, to be aware of what is good about a day rather than how much your back hurts, or what is going on with your investments.</div><div>
</div><div>My new book is about my own journey into aging with a few detours back to when I was young in age, but not necessarily in spirit. Today my spirit feels young, and I have been scattering cosmos and queen anne's lace seeds where they fall. Now if I can remember that I did so and not plant them again in the same place! </div>Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606857641922606406.post-70796630061182594182010-04-21T15:03:00.002-06:002010-04-21T15:15:05.521-06:00More on Pain Associated with LossWhen I first began to study the process of loss, I refused to consider that there could be any gain associated with a terrible loss, such as that of my son. When I could be more objective, I found that there are gains, even though they do not compensate for the loss. An example is learning to take time for meanigful contact with people we care about, but are too busy to visit, or write to. Only after someone is gone, do we face the fact that we could have found the time and energy to spend more time with that person. <div>
</div><div>In other words what we learn is to reorder our priorities, and to admit that we make time for what is important to us, and that we must not take for granted that we will go through most of our lives with our loved ones alive and well.</div>Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606857641922606406.post-5530638933089640152010-04-21T08:17:00.002-06:002010-04-21T08:46:50.518-06:00Everyone has a creative side1. Think of the most creative thing you have ever done.<div>
<div>2. If creating it pleased you, then it is worth your time and attention.</div><div>
</div><div>3. If you are too busy with your life, to play an instrument, paint a picture, or write</div><div> a story, then reorganize your time. We take time for what is important to us.</div><div>
</div><div>4. My poems have been written in twenty minute intervals between managing work, house, garden, volunteer work and all the other aspects of a busy life. You can do it too.</div><div>
</div><div>5. What did you always want to learn to do? Play the guitar, dance, grow orchids, wood carving? Now is the time to begin.</div><div>
</div><div>6. Remember that the process of creativity is more important than the product.</div></div>Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606857641922606406.post-486047634310783812010-04-19T09:56:00.002-06:002010-04-19T10:21:50.859-06:00Writing through itIgnoring the pain of loss guarantees that it will stay with you to pop out in a mystery illness. Writing through the pain means that you don't know where you are going, and when you will stop, but you confront it in your journal, in a poem a painting, or cutting back dead growth in the garden. You can't understand your reaction to misplacing your keys when it is really about the loss of an old friend, and then another. It's ok. You don't have to understand it now. When you are ready, it will emerge in a dream, in a random thought that will strike you with its clarity. Itwill beyour system's way of healing itself, of allowing you to put a negative experience into perspective, and to move on.Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606857641922606406.post-92162078626655813612010-04-07T20:52:00.002-06:002010-04-07T22:22:36.329-06:00Why I write poetryI write poetry because I have to. I spent a long career writing institutional reports, and many other writing tasks related to my job. I wrote my first book in prose, and was compelled to turn it into poetry even though I knew that it would be harder to publish.
I do not write with the idea in mind of how easy a book will be to publish or how many readers it may attract. I write because I want to tell stories that would otherwise die. i write because it brings me great joy to do so.Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606857641922606406.post-80185332811232916332010-03-07T15:42:00.003-07:002010-04-21T08:16:20.491-06:00My third book of poetry, It's Only Raven laughing, will be released in April. Selling my books on my previous publisher's website, Farcountry Press, has been a good experience. My books have also sold on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. com.My new book will have an even larger presence online, and I am excited about the possibilities that are available.Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606857641922606406.post-82131931903690160292009-12-24T09:17:00.000-07:002009-12-24T09:24:40.526-07:00New PoetryFive Reasons to Read My Poems<div>
</div><div>1. Enjoy a one-page story.</div><div>2. Read Apache thoughts.</div><div>3. Consider the futility of war.</div><div>4. Find redemption in humor.</div><div>5. Find yourself liking poetry.</div>Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606857641922606406.post-85102389267182963702009-12-23T07:33:00.000-07:002009-12-23T07:36:23.410-07:00snow speaking softly<div>children sliding, screaming joy</div><div>the best day so far</div>Bonnie musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09621379985935063832noreply@blogger.com0