Yes, Mam.
I do dress like a woman.
I’m proud of being a woman.
I am glad that I have soft curves
and other women things.
I like to feel pretty,
and appreciated.
But,
I want all the things
I am due as a human being also.
I want all my freedoms
and I want them for
everyone else
because
how can I be free if others aren’t?
by Becky Ellisor
It’s been a good long while since I’ve seen him. But he hung around for a long time; got himself a girlfriend and they had one baby chick in a low hanging bird feeder on my front porch. Some guys who were working on my house scared the chick and the poor thing jumped out too soon and I couldn’t find him. The parents hung around for a couple of days, then disappeared. Now they have come back. He doesn’t communicate with me too much anymore: she doesn’t like it. I guess they are married now and she expects him to do his husbandly duties.
I have a friend, he’s a mourning dove. He comes to visit me every day. We communicate by moving our heads. He’s the leader of our talks and also the leader of his flock of 36 doves. He stays befuddled by my copying his head movements. He hasn’t figured out yet that he could follow mine. Maybe his being the leader of his flock won’t let him lose his leadership powers. He always sits alone on his high wire in the sky. Sometimes his flock sits on either side of him but twenty five or so feet away. Sometimes they sit all in a row on the long wire and he sits on the short one leading to my house. I’ve seen him sit in my hackberry tree with some doves above and some below and the rest on the high wire. I’ve seen him with just a few other birds and I have seen him alone. I always know it’s him because he will move his head to watch me follow. He makes me smile and leave my worries behind.
That’s the name of the Bay Area Writers League next anthology. I am the editor and have just extended the final fnal deadline til October 15. If you write or know someone who does, let them here about it. I have received some excellent submissions so far.
The Bay Area Writers League 2010 Anthology
“Life around Galveston Bay”
The Bay Area Writers League is now accepting submissions for the 2010 Anthology.
Standard Manuscript Guidelines required. Entries must be typed, double spaced (except poems) with one inch margins using either Times New Roman 12 point or Arial 12 point. Do not use double spacing after periods. No ALL CAPITALS accepted. Please submit electronically to she@BeckyEllisor.com using Word 2003 or 2007 only.
Theme: Life around Galveston Bay…
Works accepted:
Entrants whose pieces are selected will receive five cents per word and a copy of the anthology.
Entries must be received by 12:00pm October 15, 2010. (final deadline)
Call Becky Ellisor, Editor for additional information at 713-550-2274 (new phone number) or email her at she@BeckyEllisor.com
Sunday, August 24, 2008
The Poetry Chronicles
I just finished the Poetry Chronicles for the month of September. So sometime in the next few days it should appear at http://www.gulfcoastpoets.info/ . Take a look.
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Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Lonely passion
Lonely Passion
Her love: she watches him from afar.
She needs his smile.
She wants to be near him.
In the night, alone with her thoughts
she dreams of him beside her.
She dreams of touching him,
her lips on his, wet and wild.
Time goes on
and her thoughts return,
again and again to the time
when they will be alone, together.
He becomes her obsession,
night and day
whenever her thoughts
come to rest, he pops right in.
She is almost never alone now,
he is with her wherever she goes.
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Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Galvston Roundtable News
Took a few friends to the Roundtable last night: Lynn, Bill and Ivy. We all enjoyed ourselves. Bill said he felt like a hanger-on at the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party.
There were seventeen of us and almost everyone had a poem to read and be critiqued – a lot of different styles. Sometimes it is very intense and sometimes very funny.
Lynn talked me into getting up at six this morning and going to water aerobics with her at the pool in Clear Lake Forest. It was fun and really will make my ankle stronger without the pain involved in walking. So I am going to continue. I will definitely have to go to sleep earlier than we did last night, though.
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Thursday, May 8, 2008
Life Changes
My former husband died and was in the hospital for a month before that. That is the main reason why I have been out of touch, I also super-sprained my ankle. It is finally getting better so I will be more active here now. Here are some words about his life and death and a poem I wrote for Halleck while he was in the hospital this last time.
My ex-husband, friend, companion and father of my children, Halleck Rose died Tuesday April 22, 2008 at 4:30pm.
His Memorial was held on Sunday at 2:00pm in the Harbor Room at the Clear Lake Hilton. His ashes will later be flown out over Galveston Bay and released to the wind by his friend Clive Jackson of Friendswood with our daughters Elektra and Lauren Rose and myself.
I twisted my ankle quite badly on the day of the memorial. It is still black and blue but I have wrapped it now and it is getting better.
I have a house full of white roses. Elektra made the flower arrangements for the funeral.
Here is a poem I wrote a few days before Halleck died at the VA.
An Airman’s Reward
His reward is his life.
His reward is no legs.
His reward is being unable to speak
though he once loved to joke and tell stories.
His reward is life without work.
His reward is being ignored.
His reward is a Veterans Administration
with no feelings, no milk of human kindness.
His reward is a life of memories.
His reward is an inability to communicate.
His reward is a country that doesn’t care about
the soldiers who fought for it, but didn’t bring home the glory.
His reward is staring at the ceiling.
His reward is never to receive an award.
His reward is lost in the chaos of a country
which has lost it’s feelings for soldier’s who need help.
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Wednesday, March 19, 2008
A Poem for The Last Indian Raid
They conceived him in the dead of winter
beneath a large Navajo blanket,
rust and yellow between black stripes.
His mother held tightly to his father with her legs and arms.
His father held himself up with his strong arms.
Together they reached the sky.
Eight months later in the heat of summer
their son was born to the sound of crickets in the night.
Her new little man was born jaundiced and small.
She laid him in the sun each morning
and when his skin returned to normal
she named him Yellow Skin.
I decided a few weeks ago to include a poem with each chapter of the book I am working on. I am thinking this one will go with the first chapter.
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Saturday, February 23, 2008
Sexpot
I stepped out on the sidewalk
at the corner of 52nd and Lexington.
Reporters and photographers
were everywhere.
My manager with the help of the cops
got them to move onto the street.
I thought to myself, “I need some good publicity
to get past this latest movie bomb.”
That’s when I saw it.
One of the photographer’s
overcoat was billowing up
around him as he moved.
I was wearing all white.
I always wore white,
when I needed to look
“virginesque.”
“Perfect,” I thought to myself
as I swayed my hips
and placed my high-heeled feet
carefully, one at a time
straight out in front of me
on the way to the metal grate.
No one knew I was purposeful.
I was laughing and tossing my blond curls.
I looked at every man there,
right in the eyes, on my way to
stardom. They never notice
if you keep their eyes elsewhere.
“Ooohhh,” I screamed,
while I leaned over and
carefully took the pose
and smiled so innocently.
I wrote this to a prompt at a Sol-magazine.com project by Mary Margaret Carlisle
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Friday, February 8, 2008
What happened to January?
I wasn’t around last month, well at least not on this blog. What can I say? Life happens. I will attempt to get back in the habit again. I wrote a poem a couple of days ago that I love. I don’t know why but if you want to see it, go to my website at www.BeckyEllisor.com. It’s called sexpot. The inspriation came from a famous photograph.
I am currently editing two newsletters. One is The Poetry Chronicles at the Gulf Coast Poets website and the oher is a temporary assignment for The Bay Area Writers League. Two very active writer’s groups.
Currently I am writing at a Panera in Houston. I have a little group of writer friends that usually write with me on Monday and Friday mornings. Not a one of them showed up this morning, so here I sit playing, instead of writing on my book. Guess I better change that right now.
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