Annie Shares News Volume 2 Issue 6 June 2023
Making Meaningful Connections Through Writing ✍️
The month of May skipped by with her basket filled with springtime blessings. I hope you were able to appreciate some of them. 💐
Bailey and I attended ten disability awareness presentations for grades K and first graders in May. He has recovered from the removal of the tumor in his lung and is back to being the goofy, treat begging dog of my heart. He celebrated his tenth birthday in April, working and playing with eight other Guiding Eyes guide dogs during a three-day seminar for the organization’s graduate council. Going to the facility and campus is like visiting our Almer Mata. It is, after all, just like a college for dogs and is our second home.
April was National Poetry Month (NPM) and I typed a poem a day, many of them made it to the poems folder instead of the recycle bin, I am proud to say. If you read this and would like a document including the keepers from NPM, email me anniecms64@gmail.com and ask for the file.
Back in April, I was a guest for the APH Career Connect interview series with Lori Scharff and Amy Lynn Smith. Check it out on the APH blog:
Listen to the interview: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HrYRPRgoDyA
Here is an article where myself and other blindness advocates are mentioned in relation to listening habits and terrestrial radio:
In other writing and book related news, I finished the first draft of my second novel, Imperfections. I am now seeking beta readers. If you would like to be a beta reader and read and respond to questions after reading the draft copy, email me anniecms64@gmail.com and drop in “beta reader” in the subject line. The book is 250 pages.
This is a story of destiny and obsession and the determination of love.
If you want to listen to independent authors discuss their books, visit www.behindoureyes.org and check out the book launch presentations. You can listen to a recording or read a transcript.
Sharing this poem is my way to herald in the warm weather. Enjoy. Until next time,
Random Thoughts from September to the End of December
By Ann Chiappetta
- Shoes slip-on damp leaves, an olfactory mockery
Reminiscent of fungi and distinct smell prods thoughts about
What to cook, who to think about or not to think of because
Not everyone skips along with the holiday song or marvels
At the foliage or bakes ten dozen cookies or decorates the weird, pimpled squash gourds. It’s better To mull over the ugliness of the flesh hollowed vegetables then wonder how many less cards will come in the mail this year.
- . It’s not that I don’t like the essence of Christmas, it dwells in the intimate Place only energy and intent reside, the location of which only I know and where both darkness and light are partners. I am not sure anyone else I know describes it like that but it is how I do it. God might know the place, keeping a respectable distance and maybe only peeking into the receptacle during birth and death.
- It’s like that now, a time of resonance, a phase, time for the coldest air competing with the hottest air Pumping from the baseboard heating, pets snuggled beside each other for warmth. Snoozing late into the morning beside my husband. Time for thoughts of others, catching up on social media. The picture window in the living room apartment tapped by Nor’easter sleet beckons. It is undecipherable Morse code sent by Brigid.
- Once the baby Jesus is placed in the cradle by millions of hands and millions of voices sing the chorus in a thousand tongues it’s time to
Let go. I’m going to keep the groovy gourd, eat leftovers and wait for the sleeping seeds protected for months by damp fungus and Brigid’s vast blanket to burst. I cannot read Nature’s Morse Code but My nose can seek the olfactory transition and my steps shall discover the burgeoning shoots of spring with a welcoming toe
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