Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Happy Canada Day: Scenes from a Parade

The Bambina, waiting for it all to begin...
Toronto mayoral candidate Olivia Chow.
Marching Band (The Bambino and I loved this!)
The Bambina declared this drum troupe the best.
Thundering along...
Happy Bird Woman

Nice finish!

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Happy 4th Birthday, Bambino!



The Bambino and I recently marked another birthday together, and I wrote this for him:

Four Years

To become
this person
who always asks
Did you have a good sleep?
Did you have a good time at work?

To learn how to read STOP
and GO and LOADING
and count to 30.

To carry a 2-litre jug
of apple juice
to the fridge
then clear your plate,
fork, napkin, and glass.

To grab the dustpan
out of my hand
swiff the hardwood (smack smack.)

To tell me every day
that I’m sweeter
than a lollipop
cotton candy
and TV.

To kiss my boo boo
when you spot the scrape
on my finger.

To tell the man
who works in Produce
that you don’t want
to shake his hand
because it’s dirty.


©2014 Maria Scala

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

NaPoWriMo 29: Sick Day

20 millimetres 
of rain 
both kids vying 
for computer time. 

I beat the girl back
with HGTV 
steer the boy
towards his trains.

"That's not nice, 
you naughty Spencer,"
while I mine
this mucky brain.

Monday, April 21, 2014

My Response to Cassie Premo Steele's "Birthing the Mother Writer"

It's been an amazing five years working with Cassie Premo Steele on her Birthing the Mother Writer column! Typically, Cassie will write a piece focusing on one aspect of being a mother writer, and then invite readers to respond to a writing prompt.

Cassie is about to take a (much-deserved) five-month break from her column, and this time around her editor (that would be me) has written a response, including a poem called "September." Here's an excerpt:

“September” came about in response to Cassie Premo Steele’s most recent column “Renewal: Beginning a New Season in the Mother Writer Life.” I am anticipating that my own renewal as a mother writer will come in the fall when my son joins his older sister full-time at school. In writing this poetic response, I have internalized what Cassie points out about planning and trying to control: “Life doesn’t work like this. It certainly is never as smooth as we would have it be in our plans. Neither is mothering smooth nor plan-dependent.”
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“September” came about in response to Cassie Premo Steele’s most recent column “Renewal: Beginning a New Season in the Mother Writer Life.” I am anticipating that my own renewal as a mother writer will come in the fall when my son joins his older sister full-time at school. In writing this poetic response, I have internalized what Cassie points out about planning and trying to control: “Life doesn’t work like this. It certainly is never as smooth as we would have it be in our plans. Neither is mothering smooth nor plan-dependent.” - See more at: http://www.literarymama.com/columns/birthingthemotherwriter/archives/2014/04/editor-response-to-renewal-beginning-a-new-season-in-the-mother-writer-life.html#sthash.9HmvJD73.dpuf
“September” came about in response to Cassie Premo Steele’s most recent column “Renewal: Beginning a New Season in the Mother Writer Life.” I am anticipating that my own renewal as a mother writer will come in the fall when my son joins his older sister full-time at school. In writing this poetic response, I have internalized what Cassie points out about planning and trying to control: “Life doesn’t work like this. It certainly is never as smooth as we would have it be in our plans. Neither is mothering smooth nor plan-dependent.” - See more at: http://www.literarymama.com/columns/birthingthemotherwriter/archives/2014/04/editor-response-to-renewal-beginning-a-new-season-in-the-mother-writer-life.html#sthash.9HmvJD73.dpu

Friday, April 11, 2014

NaPoWriMo #11: Free Verse


Shared History

Twin beds
with a rust-coloured rug
between us.
Nights we whispered
about the street
where we'd live
side by side.

Turned out differently.
I put down the phone
and start tidying.
You are the one
who showed me how
to make my bed.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

NaPoWriMo #5: Borrow Some Lines

For this type of found poemthe CentoI borrowed one line from five favourite poems and rearranged them into something new:

The white nails of rain have dropped and the sun is free.
All that is new is telling the truth.
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
You'd sing too
over the sea, over the smoke.



Sources:

Line 1: from “Berry Picking” by Irving Layton

Line 2: from “Little Girl, My String Bean, My Lovely Woman” by Anne Sexton

Line 3: from “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” by Wallace Stevens

Line 4: from “You’d sing too” by Leonard Cohen

Line 5: from “Your Hands” by Pablo Neruda