I probably wouldn't be blogging about what is, when you think about it, sort of a confusing call for submissions if it weren't for this color wheel. Doesn't it sort of look like the Wheel of Fortune, or that wheel on the Price is Right? Anyway, I love the idea of taking a tack and sticking it in this wheel a couple times, making each color block it lands on a stanza, and the title of the poem an agent of change. I think the key, as it always is when dealing with huge abstractions, is to find something small and personal. Here's what each of these things would be for me the first time I stuck a tack in them: Identity: waiting for my Georgia voter registration card two weeks before a presidential election Work: watching the soda pumps from the back room of the theater concession stand The Arts: ceramics summer camp where I learned how to play poker and a kid threatened me with an exacto knife Tradition: baptism photos of my husband Beliefs: the Augustus Caesar statue my h...
Feminism, poetry, poetics.