Hi all. As you may know already, I'm organizing Orangeville's first ever poetry festival: THE DAY OF THE POETS, happening on Saturday, May 5th from 11 am-4 pm in downtown Orangeville. 20 poets will be doing readings at four venues, plus there will be window poetry, and also random acts of poetry committed by poets on the sidewalks of Broadway.
At this point in the process, I am in need of volunteers who can commit to helping out in different ways at the festival on that day. Please let me know if you are able to help make this festival a great one.
We're also looking for more sponsors to financially help the festival operate at its best. $100 gets your logo (or your name) on all posters, programs and media materials. Perhaps you know of someone who would be happy to support a poetry festival? Please let them know that we're in need.
I'm attaching the current poster for your dining and dancing pleasure. Contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org for questions and/or to volunteer, etc.. Cheers!
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
The poster for our Open Mic Night at the library is out! We're looking for another fabulous turn-out this year. If anyone would like to post a post anywhere please advise or pick one up from the Orangeville Public Library stating you are with the HWG. I will also post this on a separate blog post.
Marilyn had copies for sale of her new book under a nom de plume. It can be purchased at Amazon.
1. Pull up your big girl panties and just deal with it.
2. What happens at Grandma's house stays at Grandma's house.
3. Some Friends: Some friends know all about us and like us just the same. They accept us as we are, not asking us to change. They never criticize us while listening to our views. They stay when other leave and speak when others refuse. There aren't many friends like that, and precious few I claim, but at the top of my list I've proudly written your name.
Sunday, February 25th, 1:30pm
Sonja is leading
Wednesday, January 24, 2018
I wrote following from a prompt at last week's meeting (previous post). I had been urged that morning to write a story about this band I have become familiar with through live streaming. They have read the story and have given it high praise, including 90% accuracy in the story. They have given me the okay to post it here and are also posting it on their website TheStillwinter.org.
The Stillwinter’s House
“It’s a pretty rundown old house,” said Ian as they wandered through the rental unit in a Southern California neighborhood.
“But it’s cheap,” said Richie.
They were two members of a band who thought living together would make life easier.
“It’s three bedrooms. Obviously Gabby and Verenna can move in with us.”
“Still, a third bedroom,” added Ian. “We need more people to help pay the rent.
“Zoro is always couch surfing. He could join us.”
Ian stood in the living room looking around thoughtfully. “I guess it will do if we can come up with the money.”
“There is a basement. A great place to practice.” Richie led the way through a door and down stairs.
“Yeah,” Ian agreed as he looked around at the sparsely finished room with wood panelling and old quilted carpeting. “This would work.”
“Hello?” came a female voice from above.
“We’re down here,” Ian called out.
Gabby and Verenna, Ian and Richie’s respective girlfriends, made their way down to the proverbial rec room.
“What do you think?” Richie asked.
“I’m glad I’m not a member of the band and don’t ever have to come down here,” said Gabby.
“What do you mean? This is a cool spot,” Richie gave her a puzzled look.
“Cool is right,” Gabby agreed as she pulled her sleeves down over her hands. “Is there any heating down here?”
Richie and Ian looked at each other. “It’s not cold down here, Gabs,” Ian said.
“In fact it’s hot and stuffy,” Richie added.
Ian went over to his girlfriend and put an arm around her. “You’re shivering, girl. You sure you’re not coming down with something?”
“I find it a little chilly too,” Verenna added hugging herself.
Richie rolled his eyes. “I guess it’s a good thing you’re not a member of the band either.”
Verenna gave Gabby a sideways glance.
“We went through the rest of the house,” Gabby said. “It’s fine, great, cheap. I could live here. But I’m not coming down into this basement – ever.”
“Me neither,” Verenna agreed.
Ian and Richie looked at each other puzzled, then back at the girls.
“The basement suits our purposes for band rehearsal,” Ian said.
“Good. Fine. Whatever.” Gabby started back up the stairs. Verenna was close behind her.
“There’s more to this than it just being chilly, which it is not,” said Ian. “What’s going on Gabby?”
She stopped half-way up the stairs and peered down at them. “The truth?”
Richie and Ian nodded.
“I swear I see ghosts everywhere down here. Good luck with rehearsals.” She rushed up the stairs with Verenna close behind her.
Written by Mary Patricia Bird
Harry Posner, as Poet Laureate for Dufferin County, is organizing a Poetry Day on Broadway in May on the heels of the opening of the Saturday Farmer's Market. Details will follow soon.
Patricia will be meeting with Lauren, Events Coordinator at Orangeville Public Library, regarding what events we can participate in with the library for the coming year. We all agree that Open Mic was a big success and worth doing again.
HEADWATERS WRITERS’ GUILD – January 21 2018– NANCY RORKE
Zen in the Art of Writing by Ray Bradbury
I know you’ve heard it a thousand times before. But it is true- hard work pays off. If you want to be good, you have to practice, practice, practice. If you don’t love something than don’t do it.
The Internet is a big distraction.
Your intuition knows how to write, so get out of the way.
Write something that you love, something to live for.
The Night Train
The Old Lady or Man
I swear I see ghosts everywhere…
The difference is that I lie for a reason
As always, you are encouraged to share your writing here.
Sunday, February 11th, 1:30pm
Monday, January 8, 2018
Marilyn presented two new novels she has published: Lavinia by Marilyn Temmer, and We Drank Wine by Marion Reidel, which are available for purchase at Amazon.
As it is a new year, Patricia suggested we go around the table and indicate what goals each have set for themselves for the coming year.
The prompts were in the form of the Storymatic cards. Because the discussion took up a good deal of time, we wrote but did not read what we wrote. For those in attendance, they have something to read at the next meeting. Please feel free to share your writing on the blog.
Next Meeting Sunday, January 21st
Nancy is leading