Just got off the phone with my buddy AnnMarie Lockhart over at Vox Poetica. She does a show called 15 Minutes of Poetry on BlogTalk Radio and she interviewed me, which was fun. I talked much faster than normal because I didn't want non-southerners to fall asleep.
There will be an audio clip on Facebook, and I think you can find Blog Talk Radio on iTunes, too...?! [Technical stuff puzzles me]
Anyway, I promised I'd publish on here links to my books and where they can be ordered. You can order Adopting Alesia: My Crusade for My Russian Daughter on Amazon here. You can also order my children's book Jack's New Family on Amazon here.
I also wanted to promote one of my favorite causes, the Antares Foundation. Check out their page and help them, if you can. They do wonderful work with orphans in Kazakhstan.
I forgot to read one of my early poems, and it's a shame because, like Mozart's songs composed before age 6, it's such an indicator of my talent:
ROLLS
Rolls, rolls, are soft and white
but best
rolls go good with chicken breast.
I was talking about dinner rolls, of course. Only food could've cause me to write with such feeling. I just realized, it's almost a haiku. Wow.
Anyway, back to the interview, I read a poem about Michael, one about Alesia, and one about how much I hate golf [see below]. So now I've embarrassed the children and alienated probably a lot of my extended family, so it was a fun day on the radio!
Fairway to Heaven
Augusta was my birthplace, home of the master’s tournament,
Mecca for all golfers.
Our fairway, which art a heaven –
But I never understood the game
That took my dad away on Saturdays.
Holy fairway, Mother of sod –
Now that I am older, I see
The ancient allure of the greens
Wild and primitive as a quilt.
Each golfer swings hard and free -
Adorned in preppy armor
Whether executive or farmer
Each club wielded by the shielded caveman
Each ball aimed at the distant hole…
The careful insertion of the tee.
Hooray for us winners, now and at the hour of our wealth –
Then there’s the post-prandial rehash
Tales of conquest beneath the umbrella table,
Cock-tales to celebrate.
And sometimes the handing out of winning cash.
Face it –
It’s easier to whack the hell out of a tiny ball
Than to kill and mate.
Dee Thompson
July 2010
