April finally! And a warm-ish day (finally). Although nothing is green, yet. The dafodills are groaning their way through the snow-soaked ground.

I subscribe to a writer’s prompt email from Poets & Writers magazine that regularly offers unique pespective shifts and ideas for writing poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. This week it pushed me more than usual with this prompt:

Poetry Prompt
Choose a poem–a classic work or something you’ve newly discovered–and memorize it. As you do so, note the rhythms, sounds, and structure that help you remember it. To test your memory, and in honor of National Poetry Month, consider reciting it to a friend in person, leaving a recording of it on a friend’s voice mail, or sending an audio file of it to one or more friends via e-mail.

Feeling semi-brave and semi-vulnerable here is a reading of my poem, “Dream of Bamboo.” You will probably have to download it to open it.
https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B2sPw-UzM491OGFUQncyUXdnR1E/edit?usp=sharing

It took a little longer (got to get through the Canadian border, eh ja?), but The Shape of the Universe is now available on Kobo here:
http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/The-Shape-of-the-Universe/book-9ldgcPdzjEeWTkg5hGw2nA/page1.html?s=gEUiob9koEiFEcrTxOZqQg&r=2

Kobo uses the EPUB format which Wikipedia says “The EPUB format has gained some popularity as a vendor-independent XML-based e-book format. The format can be read by the Kobo eReader, Blackberry Playbook, Apple’s iBooks app running on iOS devices such as the iPhone, iPod Touch and iPad, Barnes and Noble Nook, Sony Reader, BeBook, Bookeen Cybook Gen3 (with firmware v. 2 and up), COOL-ER, Adobe Digital Editions, Lexcycle Stanza, BookGlutton, AZARDI, FBReader, Aldiko, Moon+ Reader and WordPlayer on Android, the Mozilla Firefox add-on EPUBReader, and Okular. Several other desktop reader software programs are currently implementing support for the format, such as dotReader, Mobipocket, uBook.”

Read the whole post of e-book formats at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comparison_of_e-book_formats

First collection of poems The Shape of the Universe is available on Amazon.com kindle books and Barnes and Noble Nook books! Kobo coming soon.

On Amazon.com here

On Barnes and Noble here
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-shape-of-the-universe-pat-edwards/1114685044?ean=2940016317557

Reading Wherever I Wind Up by R.A. Dickey this morning I come across this line, “Being here reminds me of one of the enduring challenges of living on this side of eternity: how to live fully in the pain of a moment as well as the joy of a moment.”
Practice is sometimes easy for me. The moments when ‘nothing’ is happening or the moments with joy have never taken much discipline or energy. The pain, though, that is the moment my mind pulls out every trick for retreat, distraction, or camouflage. Just reading that line this morning resurrected old pains. Great. Now that is the moment in which I need to stay present.
Now that I’m writing, I’m not in the moment, but a new one. That’s ok. I have to take the time to recommend the book. I’m not a baseball fan, but I am a fan of wisdom. Read it.

Whereve I Wind Up by R.A. Dickey

My book is now complete in a final draft. I’m looking for a graphic illustrator or artist to help me get my final vision of it complete. I’m proud I stuck to my timeline and have been working steadily to get it to publishing state.
I am changed by the writing of the book. Isn’t that the irony? I set out to change others’ minds and changed my own.

Zen calendar quote a few days ago:
“There are three kinds of disciples: those who impart Zen to others, those who maintain the temples and shrines, and then there are the rice bags and clothes hangars.” Nyogen Senzaki

Have you read any books by SARK? I’m in a re-read SARK mode lately. I was reminded of a SARK image when I spoke with a friend recently about trust. Something about taking a leap and trust that someone will catch you or you will be given wings to fly. I pulled all her books of my shelves and fliped through them, but I couldn’t find the page I remembered. Now I’m re-reading all her books and all the books she references that call to me. It’s an adventure to read her!!

Find SARK books and beauty here: http://planetsark.com/

“The real thing may change us. Risk it all.” – SARK

“The moment of change is the only poem.” Adrienne Rich
Saturday, February 4, 2012

I listened to a podcast this morning on the treadmill Cheryl Richardson hosting the author Andre Dubus, best know as the author of House of Sand and Fog. I admit I didn’t read the book, but saw the movie. While wonderful, it definitely falls into the category of movies that are too hard to watch again. Anyway…
He listed the numbers of rejections his books had received prior to being published — each time over twenty rejections. House of Sand and Fog was rejected by 28 publishers before it found a home and eventually was sold to make a movie. He encouraged writers not to ever give up!
Most interestingly, they both felt that any time the writer focuses on their reader or the publisher or the goal of selling the work, they have moved out of the creative space and hamper their work. Good advice. For me, working late in the evening enables me to think less and write more clearly.

A common mystery, I think. Last post had me noting Spring, but now Summer’s come and gone here. This morning I went out on the deck (before it started to rain) and the smell of autumn hit me. I seem to love two smells: libraries and autumn. Both are really smells of decay, right? Leaf mold and book pages being inexorably consumed.

Another great feature of Autumn is the brilliant blue skies of October. Out here where it’s fairly flat geophysically, the sky takes up the majority of my view. I’ve been playing around with poem lines that start with, “a sky so big…” hoping to convey my favorite time of year.

I imagined honeysuckle yesterday on my walk. I know it’s too early, though. Honeysuckle blooms mid-June here — around my birthday. Spring smells are intoxicating me (finally). Lilacs overgrown fifteen feet tall line the alleys here: twilight dark purple, soft lilac, and white cones. Dusty spring shower scent, sunday quick cut the grass before it rains hard smell. Heady rotting, worm filled, dirt smell as weeds get pulled up, including what seems like acres of Bleeding Heart volunteers near the bird bath. I’m dumping bags of shredded cypress mulch – no faux orange colored mulch here! Sneezing, oh well!
I transplanted a small rose bush that had been mistakenly planted halfway under a downspout at the corner of the garage. In the two years I’ve lived here, it’s budded a few tiny peach roses. Hopefully, it will survive then thrive in its new home in full sun.