Poetry Friday: Remembering Bridget Zinn a Year Later

If you are ever are somewhere and get a whiff of tea or chocolate cake or spy “fab, fab, fabitty fab” shoes, it’s probably Bridget reminding you be present in the world.

Today is the year anniversary of her passing from this world.  Yesterday I spend time on her blog re-reading her journey with cancer and remembering. I found myself writing down lines and then creating a FOUND pantuom poem from here words:

From Bridget’s Notebook

(a found poem as I reread her blog)

I grew up writing and had notebooks stuffed full of novels, poems, and fragments.

About this time two years ago, I signed with superstar agent.

Love to you.

Today is all about my couch, a box of herbs and meds, and my napping cohorts

About this time two years ago, I signed with superstar agent.

My favorite softie-soft blankets even have prayers somehow woven into it

Today is all about my couch, a box of herbs and meds, and my napping cohorts

I keep different notebooks for different projects

 

My favorite softie-soft blankets even have prayers somehow woven into it.

A vampire should be so lucky; I have clouds on my feet

Today is all about my couch, a box of herbs and meds, and my napping cohorts

We all need some cush in our lives, especially when you’re not feeling well.

A vampire should be so lucky; I have clouds on my feet.

If you’re having trouble finding just the right series ask your favorite librarian.

We all need some cush in our lives, especially when you’re not feeling well.

Where else do you get to live through crazy high-jinx, and having damn fine adventures?

 

If you’re having trouble finding just the right series ask your favorite librarian.

About this time two years ago, I signed with superstar agent.

Where else do you get to live through crazy high-jinx, and having damn fine adventures?

Love to you.

Bridget’s book POISON will be coming out in early 2013. As I said HERE, Bridget was a luminous soul. She still is.  Have some chocolate and a cup a tea. Be present.

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Happy Reading,

MsMac

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PAD: Day 10

Written, Thursday, November 10

I Come From

I come from a Scottish grandfather I never met.
He sailed to India in a three-masted schooner.
I lament never meeting him.
I come from mystery and intrigue.

He sailed to India in a three-masted schooner.
He married my grandmother years later.
I come from mystery and intrigue.
Conversations at dinner were lively.

He married my grandmother years later.
I come from my grandmother’s laughter and love of writing.
Conversations at dinner were lively for adults
especially when my grandmother visited.

I come from my grandmother’s laughter and love of writing.
Stories about my grandfather were told,
especially when my grandmother visited.
Self-tattoos in tribal designs, a runaway, and becoming mayor

Stories about my grandfather told.
I come from a Scottish grandfather I never met.
Self-tattoos in tribal designs, a runaway, and becoming mayor
I lament never meeting him.

This poem was started a month ago at the Silver Falls writing retreat. I didn’t get it finished and the threads were waiting to be woven together.

My grandfather was born in 1863.  He left Scotland at 13 and claimed that wherever the British flag flew there was slavery.  My grandmother was 26 years younger than him. He was sixty years old when my father was born.