My poem “Strollermelon” is among among today’s offerings of the Tupelo Press 30/30 Project (9 poets have agreed to write 30 poems apiece in 30 days, to raise funds for Tupelo Press, a non-profit literary publisher). I am grateful once again to Plain Jane, who sponsored this title and the Day 16 title, “A Herd of Watermelon.”
Strollermelon
In the summer I roll them from grocer to bus stop, little bonnets
affixed, cooing all the while – cantaloupe, watermelon, honey dew,
casaba, canary, sugar, you name it, they all come home with me,
in pairs or solo, snuggled tightly in blankets and ensuring…
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Tomorrow’s poem, “Prize money shall be equally divided between the Sunset Sisters even though Buddhism can be more accurately called non-theistic than atheistic and Kepler is now aimed at the Pleiades” was sponsored by Jan Schaper.
There are no more title sponsorships remaining, but I could squeeze in one or two 3-word sponsorships.
The sponsored poems have been a blast to write; the titles and 3-words have led me to poems I’d not otherwise have conceived. Thank you all for helping make this such an enjoyable month.
If you still want to donate, other opportunities remain:
For a $15 donation, I’ll send you a signed copy of one of my 30-30 poems. Your choice!
If you need something to read, Think Dink! A $30 donation will get you my 2015 chapbook If Your Matter Could Reform, Barton Smock’s Infant Cinema, Jamie Hunyor’s A New Sea, and Tim Kahl’s full length work, The String of Islands, thanks to the generosity of Dink Press founder and editor Kristopher Taylor! I hear that Kristopher Taylor is providing a little something extra with the collection. You can read about it here, thanks to Ken at RIVRVLOGR.
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O at the Edges 
I am so happy! I am so happy! I am so, so happy! I am bouncing on the balls of my feet and giggling. So perfect. The squash is just right and true–it is the next stage of personal madness.
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How could I resist? The image of someone pushing a melon around in a stroller was just too much.
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You should be glad I don’t have more money. My silliness would gradually ruin your reputation as a serious poet. But I am 100% blissed out over this one.
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There’s always next year (if I dare repeat the challenge). 🙂
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You cultivated and served up a delectable dish here — every bit as rich as some of the candidate-in-question’s post-Brexit detractors in Scotland on Twitter — but with the smooth complexity of an Okaji-esque bouquet on the finish. For my part, I think I’ll be gutting and carving visages into orange-hued fruits with some added gusto this fall…
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Mmm. I’ve already a hankering for some twice-baked, pureed butternut squash with perhaps a smidgen of chipotle powder sprinkled on top.
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Wonderful poem!
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Thanks very much. The sponsored title is to blame. 🙂
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I love all the varieties of the Absurd in here — each one delicious, with the exception of Harumph, who is quite irredeemably unpalatable…
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Earlier drafts included the candidate’s name, but I couldn’t stomach that. I much prefer melons and squash.
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