A Poem By Blue April
thinking of You, Me, Us
all alone in my room
no one’s awake
thinking of you, me, us.
4:30 a.m. lying down
staring at the darkness
thinking of you, me, us.
I turn on the TV
the song plays and
I’m thinking of you, me, us.
on the floor
hours pass, all alone
again, thinking of you, me, us.
together better in a dream
so I sleep
still thinking of you, me, us
2010
2024 Creativity Check-In ✅
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The 2024 Creativity Check-In
“Rejected pieces aren’t failures; unwritten pieces are.”
— Greg Daugherty.
It felt like a year of rejections. I’d increased submitting my work in 2023, mostly poems. The ‘R’ dominated the accepted/rejected submissions column on my spreadsheet.
It was a pivotal point in my writing life. I admit I pouted, my husband remarked I sounded cranky. I asked a few of my trusted friends what they thought of my poems. In general, they said my poems were understandable, made them feel something and the imagery and metaphor wasn’t confusing or trite. A good response. But I wanted my poems to be better. I wanted to learn how to craft poetry with memorable themes, with a message, once read, would not be easy to forget. Based on the number of rejections from editors I was not reaching those goals, at least not yet. I did not want my work to be “nice”, I wanted my work to be “Wow”.
I was recovering from a string of serious grief provoking circumstances. The loss of my job in 2019 and the death of my first guide dog in 2020 during the height of the pandemic. Add the emotional toll my husband and I bore resulting from the death of my second guide dog in early 2023 and being estranged from our first-born child for the last five years. It is understandable I sought an avenue of expression which also proved cathartic but did not achieve the accolades I craved.
The spark of creativity fueled by the last four years of my personal journey was rich in potential themes. How to plumb those depths became my focus. I trolled the interwebs, found poets and writers who felt equally as stuck. It wasn’t writer’s block, it felt like I’d taken a wrong turn and couldn’t exit the traffic circle.
Thankfully asking others what they might do if faced with a similar creative conundrum, through personal conversations and the interwebs, I formed a plan.
Theoretically I could submit to as many publishing calls as I fancied but I first had to write the quality poems editors and journals sought. The next thing was to find poetry writing workshops and focused critique groups with good mentorship and instruction. A few weren’t the right fit. One instructor, however, offered a structured critique group and it checked all my boxes. The groups did not exceed six poets, it was conducted over Zoom, including written commentary and suggestions for each poem submitted and the sessions were recorded.
During the first session of a series of workshops in 2023 I shared I felt lost creatively and I wanted to unplug the emotions using poetry. The kind and caring attitude of not only the facilitator, john, but also the other poets, lent me the confidence to focus on capturing the emotions and crafting the imagery and metaphoric language. Being open to constructive and kind feedback from the other poets and providing my own feedback to their poems encouraged me to become more confident and adjust my assumptions regarding the messages poets mean to convey in their quest of expression within their work. What became clear to me was I could address my grief and the losses I bore using poetic devices I’d previously did not feel practiced enough to employ. Releasing emotions, experimenting with and validating and recording them on a document healed me from within.
By the end of 2023 I’d completed a few workshops and my writing friends commented positively regarding the shift in style and power of the messages expressed in my work. A second opportunity developed for a second more intimate critique group. Two other poets and I began meeting weekly for a generative fellowship. I loved reading their work. Thanks to their mentorship, I practiced how to offer kind and concise constructive feedback. A spark of hopefulness morphed into energetic motivation. I began crafting , improving and sculpting poems evident by the feedback received by both my critique group and those outside it. I was finally getting somewhere.
It’s the end of 2024 and I am happy to share the acceptance rate of my poetry submissions is much improved. The quality of my poems has also improved and my friends and colleagues have noticed. The best part of my development is I feel more in control of my creative effort and it is conveyed in my work with a confidence and flair I willingly share with both poets and those who love reading and benefitting from reading poetry. I discovered other people cared about me and my creative efforts.
John Sibley Williams: John Sibley Williams
Behind Our Eyes Writers with Disabilities: www.behindoureyes.org
Find me on bluesky: @anniecauthor.bsky.social — Bluesky
Writing to Heal and poetry 📜
Being a poet I often write and finish a poem and shelve it in my mental library. When I pull it out for a poetry reading or some such project, my reactions are sometimes surprising.
I recently dusted off an older poem about my Dad’s death and it got to me. I read it during a Get What You Need and Feel Good About It podcast. The confusion, brooding tone and questioning feeling the poem elicited was powerful enough to get me all verklempt and later the same night resulted in a few dark dreams.
The poem’s meaning was meant to convey the frustration and helplessness we experience when losing a loved one. But I wonder if readers appreciate it like I do.
The poem, Salutations, is in my 2020 collection, Words of Life: Poems and Essays. Vincent Lee Gracen narrated it. His performance is haunting and beautifully stark. The intensity of his talented narration evokes the emotions of grief and loss I could not convey and I am grateful he agreed to read it.
Salutations
By Ann Chiappetta © 2020
Goodbyes were said long ago
Although I couldn’t say why.
A life of 80 years has ended
And with it, the deal making begins
Preceded by melancholy
Preceded by guilt and denial
And anger, the funereal umbrella
A Black winged shroud
Flapping and snapping
Refusing to fold.
Preceded by watching my father slowly die
A young girl’s fractured attachments
Brought on by divorce
A father’s quiescent avoidance
Built the wall in due course.
I know
Sad refrains and death’s bitter dirges
I’ve grieved since age nine
Of death and dying, what do I really know?
I question
the purity of loss, the sanctity of morning
Because I surely haven’t achieved either
With the solemnity of a widow’s attire
Or baptism by fire
Though I’ve tried.
What I know
Flutters like film strips
Time lapsed, monochrome, and silent.
In this heart and mind
All there is,
feather on stone
Wind on water
Gone.
- 2013
Click here to listen to Vincent Lee Gracen’s reading of the poem.
Interview on the In Perspective show
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SAVE THE DATE!
Friday September 6, 2024
5pm Eastern: In Perspective
Featuring Annie Chiappetta, author of “Imperfections”
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More about Ann Chiappetta and her work…
Imperfections by Ann Chiappetta
© 2024 By Ann Chiappetta
For Lainie, feeling unwelcome is only the beginning of her struggles. Her mom is addicted to
painkillers, her stepfather is a felon, and her dad traded her in for a new family.
So what if she’s kicked out of high school? Determined and attractive, Lainie sets out to make
her own path.
Shane, the young man she begins dating and believes is trustworthy, transforms into a
possessive and cruel boyfriend. When Efren, Shane’s older cousin, enters her life, Lainie grasps
onto a sliver of hope, falling in love.
Shane’s obsessive and abusive treatment of her, however, casts a deep shadow over Lainie and
Efren’s chance to find safety and a future free of the fear of Shane’s sadistic retribution.
Will their love persevere, or will Shane’s pervasive and negative influence push Lainie and Efren
apart, forcing them to love secretly?
About the Author
Ann Chiappetta, M.S. Poet and author
Ann’s award-winning poems, creative nonfiction, and essays have appeared internationally in
literary journals, popular online blogs, and print anthologies. Her poems have been featured in
The Avocet, the Pangolin Review, Plum Tree Tavern, Magnets and Ladders, Oprelle, Western PA
Poetry Review 2024and Breath and Shadow. Ann’s short story, The Misty Torrent appeared in
the Artificial Divide anthology published by Renaissance Press (2021).
Ann is the recipient of the 2019 GDUI Excellence in Writing award and the WDOMI 2016 Spirit
of Independence award.
Independently published since 2016, the author’s six volume collection includes poetry,
creative nonfiction essays, short stories and contemporary fiction.
Diagnosed in 1993 with a rare form of progressive retinal disease, Ann accepts vision loss as
part of her life but doesn’t let it define her as a whole person.
Contact Ann by visiting her website:
Just a Trim, Please ✂️
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It was the right time and the right place. Alfredo’s Salon of hair design stylist, Lisa, knew why I was there.
Five months ago when I wanted to find a hair salon, a friend told me about Alfredo’s. Lisa listened to me and said to come back in three months. My hair donation had to be at least ten inches long and needed to grow a bit more.
Yesterday was the day. Lisa cut five lengths of hair off my head. I now sport a curly mostly dark brown mop with a drizzle of silver at my temples. I am sure I will get used to my now bare neck feeling exposed.
I did it for cancer survivors and those fighting it. Wherever my hair goes, whomever benefits from it, it is the one best thing I could do besides donating money. It keeps me humble and grateful I can make a small contribution to women and children diagnosed with cancer and honor those I’ve loved and lost to it.
I will be donating to Locks of Love and encourage you to give it a try. My stylist, Lisa, sent me home with my hair and I will package it up and mail it out, adding plenty of prayers and blessings.
Annie with short curly hair after donating.
A burst of Creativity 🌅
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Media Release
Contact Ann Chiappetta 914.393.6605 anniecms64@gmail.com
Anthology Includes Local Author
July 17. 2024 Monroeville, PA — The creative works of local poet and author, Ann Chiappetta,
will be in the newest literary anthology published by Behind Our Eyes, Inc.
Behind Our Eyes 3: A Literary Sunburst is the third literary anthology
by writers with disabilities, who don’t let their disability define
their life. The topics range from memoirs, fiction, and poetry sharing slices of life, speaking to universal themes and common experiences, involving loss and grief, adversity and fear, love and
passion. You’ll be thinking of these stories long after you’ve put the
book down.
Copies of “Behind Our Eyes 3: A Literary Sunburst” edited by Mary-Jo
Lord are available through Barnes&Noble and Amazon.Com. Contact the author, Ann Chiappetta anniecms64@gmail.com or visit her website: https://www.annchiappetta.com
Visit Behind Our Eyes to find out more about the organization and how to support their enriching literary programs for writers with disabilities.
Text of cover image courtesy of Be My AI: The image is the cover of a book titled “Behind Our Eyes 3: A Literary Sunburst.” The subtitle reads, “The Third Literary Anthology of Stories, Poems and Essays by Writers with Disabilities.” The book is edited by Mary-Jo Lord. The background of the cover is gray, and the text is in yellow. Below the text, there is an image of a bright, fiery sunburst, showing intense solar activity with vivid orange and yellow colors.
Annie Shares News Summer Sweat V3 Issue 7 😎
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‘Annie Shares News Volume 3 Issue 7 July 2024
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Hot and steamy summer greetings from East of Pittsburgh.
😎 🌻 🌄
My first announcement is all my books in eBook formats are on sale for the month of July from Smashwords/D2D. That’s right – all my titles will be available as part of a promotion on Smashwords for the month of July as part of their Annual Summer/Winter Sale! This is a chance to get one of my books, along with books from many other great authors, at a discount so you can get right to reading.
http://smashwords.com/shelves/promos
The GEMS Press accepted a second poem, How to Fall Asleep for their next anthology, the release is TBA.
The cover of my new novel, Imperfections (below) is competing for cover of the month for July on allauthor.com .
In other news, I’ve been writing blog posts, interviewing interesting people and writing poetry, essays and reading. I am taking a second generative small group poetry workshop in August with John Sibley Williams, who is a wonderful and talented instructor. His fees are reasonable and I’ve learned more about the craft of writing and the publishers who invite poets to submit their work. I am working harder on the quality of my poetry and hope to publish a full-length collection in 2025 thanks to John and his insightful instruction.
🎆
Independence Day is being celebrated on the fourth of July. Being the wife of a Navy veteran, I want to thank the veterans and active-duty members with a heartfelt virtual hug and Hoo Rah!. Without our Nation’s military we would not be here today.
Speaking of the military, here’s a great book series I picked up from audible.com: Crash Dive: the complete series books 1-6 by Craig DiLouie It was fascinating, suspenseful and based on true stories of submariners who fought in WWII.
Until next time —
Braided Love 5 Star Book Review
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Book Review
Author Jo Elizabeth Pinto © 2023
Genre: Contemporary/YA fiction
Available in print and eBook formats from Amazon/Kindel/D2D and other eBook sellers
By Ann Chiappetta
From the book jacket
Summer on the ranch seems safe and predictable for Brenda. All she has on her mind are trips into town with Nick Haynes and the horsehair rope she’s braiding so she can start training her Morgan colt, Tenacity. Then Cathy arrives from the city with a troubled past and an uncertain future. As Cathy adjusts to life in the country, both girls begin to figure out what family bonds really mean to them in a world that isn’t as simple as it appears.
Jo Elizabeth Pinto is the kind of writer who knows her craft. Her stories and characters grab you and don’t let go. You will be thinking about this story months after reading it.
I am fortunate to have interviewed Jo; her soft-spoken voice and humble attitude are charming qualities but it is her passion about telling a good story and showing readers what it means to be human I find most intriguing.
Jo writes characters who aren’t perfect. Most are broken and scarred yet jo E. Pinto weaves in hope and healing.
Let’s not forget about the conflicts presented in this family story.
Brenda and Cathy’s instant dislike of one another might seem typical girl drama but when one goes deeper into the story, the onion is peeled and the reader is drawn into situations and emotions much deeper than superficial girl stuff. The adults presented in this book are also facing conflict and I found the author’s skills in introducing them into the story masterful. The family’s constellation of surviving pain is balanced by love. Romantic love, filial love. Binding friendships are woven into this wonderful, memorable story of keeping what is important and cherished within a family and among friends.
I would recommend this book to young adults and general readers and anyone interested in family-related subjects involving adoption and foster care and children with disabilities.
Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 5 Stars
It’s Just a Prick of a Finger, Please sign here 🏡
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It’s Just a Prick of a Finger, Please sign here
Ann Chiappetta, M.S.
It was going to happen, not sure when; we waited for paperwork, online access, more of both until we wanted to scream why did our thirty years of labor and dedication and social security credits seem like it did not matter?
We invested in our future, our property, our nest egg. It did not crack. We held it up, a gilded goose egg birthed with sweat equity. It was a proud moment, being assured we would be able to trade it for a more temperate and quieter climate. We filled the dumpsters with the past, packed our bags with hope, stepped to the curb and trusted the vehicle barreling down the street would stop; we flagged it down, climbed aboard. We flashed our senior passes, panting and massaging our aging and preapproved home buyer mortgage application. Portable document formats and printers held us hostage. Sign, initial, drip your blood here, swab your cheek and attest to your identity. OMG, will the world disintegrate after we retire to our residence of final destination?
We made it, the golden egg house proof the dream is still achievable. As long as we have food to grow, personal care products and filtered water, we will fade away together, holding hands, serving up reduced sodium meals. We will add chopped micro herbs into the container garden grown vegetables and locally sourced animal flesh. Wine will do . The twilight years, to us, means the years we will enjoy sitting together on the patio of our dreams and absorb the natural and sometimes discordant symphony of the American Dream.
The picture shows a single-story house with a well-maintained lawn in the foreground. The house has a metal roof with solar panels installed on it. There is a large American flag on a flagpole in the front yard. The house has a combination of brick and siding on the exterior. There is a small patio area with a bench and a potted plant near the entrance. In the background, there are tall trees with green leaves, and the sky is partly cloudy with patches of blue.
Imperfections Blog Tour Stops 📔
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Blog tour dates and links
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