Thought Wheel

From the mind of Ann Chiappetta

Poetry Evening Recording

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Hello folks,
This is a follow up to my recent poetry reading which took place September tenth. I want to thank the people who attended, making the time to listen to it. I also wish to thank my cohost, Jason Castonguay and my audio editor, Lilian Yves.
Click the link to listen, to share, and feel free to leave a comment or contact me with your feedback at anniecms64@gmail.com .

book cover white rocks beside patterns of sand

Celebrating National Guide Dog Month

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Hi all,
Below is a link to the ACB Voices blog. My audio and text of the poem titled “Verona” was featured today in celebration of National Guide Dog Month. Please visit and share the post with other guide and service dog handlers, friends, family and dog lovers.
Hi Annie, Thank you so much for submitting this poem, it is beautiful and the audio is such a nice touch. We posted this to the ACB Voices blog, which you can access through this link: Vinterviewveronaacbvoiceseronaacbvoices

Black lab with snow sprinkled on the nose

Black lab Verona with snow on her nose

An Evening of Poetry Reminder and Special Extra

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Hi readers and Listeners,
If you are reading this, it’s not too late to be sent the link joining me for an evening of poetry on Zoom. Just email me at anniecms64@gmail.com to receive the link for Thursday
‘s presentation at 7 p.m.
The link will be sent soon, so don’t delay. Until then, enjoy a special treat from me in both email and audio.

Dill and Brine
By Ann Chiappetta

Green and curved, bumps
diminutive gherkin cornichons
curved Kirby’s
Aromas bewitch salivatory glands
Jarred in glass
Brine Of herbs and salt vinegar.
Infused Tantalizing tartness
Wicked on the tongue
Olfactory humming with anticipation, the crunch
The layered satisfaction
Of Perfection.

2020

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An Evening of Poetry

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Listen to audio message

Hi, I’m poet and author Ann Chiappetta. I’m hoping you can join me for an evening of poetry on September 10 at 7 p.m. via zoom. I’ll be reading selections of my collections Upwelling and Words of Life.

Contact me at anniecms64@gmail.com or reply to this post if you are interested in joining me.
You can learn about my books and other writing-related information by going to http://www.annchiappetta.com
Or by subscribing to my blog, http://www.thought-wheel.com
I look forward to hearing from you.
Stay well and stay creative.

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Late Summer Already?

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Hello all, I can’t believe it’s almost August, late summer greetings. I’ve been busy restructuring my life now that I am working part-time at home. I recently was certified in benefits counseling and will begin offering help to individuals receiving SSI/SSDI benefits.

In other news, I am working on a poetry reading via zoom in September. My novel is on its final plot and structure revision. The animals are good, and May continues to be a powerful personality.

I miss traveling and being with friends and family. I remind myself that as each day passes, we come closer to ending this pause, better and stronger than before.
If you’ve read this, here is a little audio gift for your efforts, :).

Alexa, Open ACB Mainstream

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For the past two months I have been fortunate to work with a group of dedicated and talented artists, musicians, audio technicians, writers, and performers. We are part of the Friends in Art special interest affiliated of the American Council of the Blind www.friendsinart.com . Prior to working together and completing a two-hour showcase, we lost our president, Lynn Hedl suddenly earlier in the year. Then Covid hit and our convention shifted from an in-person performance to a virtual one. Shaken, but intrepid, we supported the virtual show and received over 30 auditions. But the show must go on, and Lynn would have wanted us to forge ahead and make it happen. So, we did. Tomorrow night the showcase airs on ACB Radio. Direct your digital assistant to listen and kick back and enjoy some wonderful songs, poetry, comedy, spoken word performances, and instrumentals all for your listening pleasure.
Thank-you, Mike Mandle, Nancy Pentagraph, Roland Pentagraph, June Lenk, Peter Altschul, Derek Laine, and Jason Castonguay. WE DID IT!

We hope you enjoy the show and if you want, hit us up for feedback at showcase@acbradio.org
To play the ACB Radio Mainstream channel, say “Open ACB Radio Mainstream.”

To play the ACB Radio Mainstream West channel, say “Open ACB Mainstream West.”

To play the ACB Radio Cafe channel, say “Open ACB Radio Cafe.”

To play the ACB Radio Community channel, say “Open ACB Radio Community.”

To play the ACB Radio Live Event channel, say “Open ACB Radio Live.”

To play the ACB Radio Special Event channel, say “Open ACB Radio Special.”

To play the ACB Radio Treasure Trove channel, say “Open ACB Radio Treasures.”

Catnip Anyone?

| Filed under Guide dogs Poem Relationships

Our daughter, April, moved out six months ago. We are now empty nesters, at least most of the time. Wouldn’t you know it, April and her partner, Danny, decided to practice parenting by adopting a kitten. His name is Noodle because he loves to eat ramen noodles.

He’s now about eight weeks old and is black with a little white patch on his chest. He’s at that funny stage where he runs sideways and gets scared after he gets up on something, cries until he’s rescued. Adorable.

Right now, as I write this, he is stalking us around the Livingroom, shooting out from under the furniture and popping at our ankles or doggy noses, no claws, thank goodness. Papa is not sold on the little black demon, mewing his distress. He is getting used to Noodle, though, coming up and sniffing him. May wants to mother the kitten, sometimes a little too much and Bailey is just a huge doofus who doesn’t know his own strength of curiosity. We caught him trying to nibble a tiny paw, so he is on the watch list.

Noodle loves boxes and the laser pointer is the only way to get him out from under the bed when we want to catch him. We are careful with it, as the dogs also love the laser pointer.

I think with time Papa and Noodle will get along. We are not forcing interactions and taking it slowly. He’s a lucky little kitty and he is already well socialized, likes to ride in cars, goes willingly into a carrier, and has come to trust our dogs.
Play
By Ann Chiappetta

Ebony kitten stalks its prey
Amid discovery of
each day. Fearless hunter dives
tags the target, then
hides to find another.

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Noodle in a box looking up at the camera.

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Self Advocacy and Poetry

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I don’t usually post poems here because submission guidelines for other magazines will not accept an author’s work either previously printed or posted online. But I just have to share this one. Thanks for reading and please share it with others who love to read and write poetry.

The inspiration for this poem is self-advocacy; I’ve learned that standing up to bureaucratic requirements, what I call nonsense, often wears down the complainant resulting in the complainant dropping a case. It also re-traumatizes the person each time the person must respond to filing deadlines, written statements and affidavits, as the person must, to an extent, relive the experience to be witness to it.

This poem attempts to express the resolve and power of circumstances one must choose to endure when planning to grab the rope of advocacy and pull back, often against a much bigger and stronger opponent.

Tide
By Ann Chiappetta

Hard packed sand softens
With each step, like thoughts
Yielding Cool and unbidden under foot

Sun Descending, I walk from east to west
Sea water surges
Scours away thought-foot prints

Hope and resolve walk beside me
I persevere, unable to alter the course.

Though the dunes rise to the left and waves
Grab and pull My limbs on the right

I stay the course.
Tears taste like the tide
and like the wet ambition of the fisherman’s net
ego escapes, pours back into the sea.
2020