NLAPW 2016 Biennial

Juried Arts Competition

Black Vultures at Gertrude’s Nose 
 

 

Women’s National Democratic Club (WNDC) 

1526 New Hampshire Ave NW,

Washington, DC 20036

April 20 to May 18, 2016.

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Hawaiian Time

Click on the link below to see a Preview of my new book, Hawaiian Time.
Please take a  moment to rate my preview and Thank-you!!! ~ Cornelia DeDona

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Pasta Italiana

Pasta Italiana by Cornelia Connie D. DeDona | Make Your Own Book

Lily Myers - "Shrinking Women" (CUPSI 2013)

Rachel Wiley - "Dry Cake Wishes and Tap Water Dreams" (NPS 2015)

Poem: We Plant Seeds

Poem: We Plant Seeds: A poem by Cornelia DeDona.

Click on the link above to see my poem published in March's  Chronogram.

WE PLANT SEEDS

We plant seeds. We

fill needs.

We work key. We

cost see.

We fix fate. We

stay late.

We swap rage. We

slow age.

We fast scheme. We

bright dream.

Howland Cultural Center- African American History Month

FDR Mansion and Library

Dia:Beacon

At A Recent Poetry Reading, Where I Attempt The Vulcan Mind Meld With The Dead Poet, Czeslaw Milosz

 Vying for my attention

another poet cries,

“Try not to look at me.”

as she models her black bribe.

To which I reply,

"You are a garden I dare not enter

a rusted gate

glumly rigged."

...

I must awaken my taste.

My mood is blind.

...

They come in the night

with empty buckets

to take the land

assault my knowing

with malodorous cues.

...

Idle reality

impales hope

to a tree

where

not even

the

crow

can gloat.

...

Have faith, child     

The World is naive. 
Feed it a few gluten-free animal crackers.

 From Poem Hunter: Czeslaw Milosz, Polish poet, prose writer and translator of Lithuanian origin and subsequent American citizenship. His World War II-era sequence The World is a collection of 20 "naive" poems. He defected to the West in 1951, and his nonfiction book "The Captive Mind" (1953) is a classic of anti-Stalinism. From 1961 to 1998 he was a professor of Slavic Languages and Literatures at the University of California, Berkeley. In 1980, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature. 

Vernooy Kill Falls In The Catskills

Huckleberry Point

Overlook Mountain

Under-Cliff/Over-Cliff Carriage Road

Fahnestock State Park Three Lakes Trail

Wallkill Valley Rail Trail Rosendale New York

1926 Antique Caboose

 A look inside the caboose at 75 Haviland Road in Highland by The Walkway Over The Hudson.  

Poem: Fine Wine

My poem is published in the December issue of Chronogram
Poem: Fine Wine

Giving Thanks

Thanksgiving is
Tom turkey stuffed, trussed and baked
to tender perfection, it's crackly skin oozing juice.
Celery and cubed bread stuffing,  Baked, fried, and mashed potatoes
Seasoned gravy made from pan drippings.
Crunchy French-fried onions layered over green beans.
Marshmallow streaked yams.
Chilled cranberry sauce.
Pumpkin and Apple Pie,
Sparkling cider, freshly roasted coffee.
Orange spice tea.

So eat like there’s no tomorrow, and then
put the fork down and chew on some TUMS.

Chew on this.

Thanksgiving is a time to remember those less lucky
to pardon the unpardonable,
to set aside differences.

Thanksgiving is a day to
appreciate what you have, where you live.
 And don't forget to clean your plates
People are starving.
People are dying in wars
People have given their LIVES
so that we can eat turkey, put up lights and shop at the Mall.

So enjoy your Thanksgiving
hug your family, friends, the pet and be kind.
Because we have much still to be thankful for.

I know I will.

Boscobel House And Gardens