Encyclopedia Brown, 2017

My son, aged 8,
Began reading Donald J. Sobol’s
Encyclopedia Brown
Books today.

Books that I loved
When I was eight.
Always trying but never quite able
To solve the mysteries.

My son’s first question
To me about the books
Is not in relation to the mysteries,
But about the character’s name:

“Why do they call him Encyclopedia?”

“Good question,” I say, not sure how to answer;

For the days of Encyclopedia Britannicas
Lined up A to Z on the library shelves,
Heavy and somber with knowledge
Are long, long gone.

Photo Credit: Jarmoluk, Pixabay

Photo Credit: Jarmoluk, Pixabay

Notes: If you (or your 8 year old) haven’t had the pleasure of reading Donald J. Sobol’s Encyclopedia Brown series, I highly recommend them. First published in 1963, they are one part Sherlock Holmes, one part brain teaser, and one part old-fashioned fun.

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Orange

What’s the deal with orange?

Nothing rhymes with it except sporange,
And unless you are a botanist who likes to use
a very rare alternative to the word
sporangium;
(a botanical term for a part of a fern or similar plant)
You’re left with nothing.

Nada.
Zip.
All you’ve got is a clever expression used by
Bands, cartoonists, and
Hipster clothing stores:
R(h)ymes with Orange

So  what (and who) is orange for?
Oddballs?
Try-hards?
Wannabes?
Cheapskates?
(Have you ever noticed the colour of a clearance price tag?)

Orange is the domain of the fake and the terrible:
Cheez Whiz,
Spray Tans,
Hazmat Suits,
and the Agent that bears its name.
Orange is for them.

Why orange?
I’ll never understand.

Jeanette Winterson knows what’s what:
Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit.

Oranges are not the only fruit.
And orange is not the only colour.


Notes: This is one piece in a collection of colour writings that is part of my Master’s Research Project. As I went through the colours of the rainbow initially, I was surprised at how resistant I was to orange and that I really disliked it.

Photo by Pixabay

Photo by Pixabay

One website about the meaning of colours said that orange was a polarizing colour and that people either love it or detest it. I don’t plan on getting into fistfights with people who like the colour, but you definitely won’t see me wearing an orange shirt anytime soon. What about you? Do you have any strong feelings toward orange or any other colour?

 

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Seven Years

It’s taken me (give or take)
Seven
l            o            n            g
Years
To get this project (almost)
Completed.

Seven
Years
Wondering
And Worrying:
(thesis? comprehensive? thesis? comprehensive? thesis? comprehensive? thesis? comprehensive? thesis? comprehensive? thesis? comprehensive? thesis? comprehensive? digital literacy? gender literacy? architectural literacy? digital? feminist? architectural? is it (I know, I know, but I have to ask:) possible to switch to a Master’s of Gender Studies in the                         middle                        of a Master’s of Education program? (in case you’re wondering, the answer is no. at least, not on the prairies.) thesis? comprehensive? thesis? comprehensive? thesis? comprehensive? thesis? comprehensive? thesis? comprehensive? thesis? comprehensive? thesis? comprehensive? thesis? comprehensive?)

And (finally)
Deciding (actively deciding or resigning myself to the fact?)
on the
Comprehensive.

(Wondering once more: did I make the right choice? if yes, why do I feel this need to explain my choice? as though a Comprehensive is somehow inferior to a Thesis, but it is, right? everyone knows that Real Scholars go the Thesis route so that they can roll merrily along into a ph. d. but that’s not my reality. and although the amount of blood, sweat, tears, thought, snot, you name it, that I have put into these

Last
Seven (Give or Take—take 1 year off for having twins and see if you manage to Pass Go and Collect $200 ever again.)
Years

is Equal if not Greater Than some who are writing a thesis, by choosing the comprehensive route I still feel Less Than. and not without merit: it’s definitely more difficult to be accepted to a Ph. D. program without a thesis, even though an M. Ed. is an M. Ed is an M. Ed. there are no extra letters for a thesis)

Seven
l            o            n            g
Years
And this project (M. Ed., no more, no less)
Is (almost)
Complete.
It’s (about) time

(For something new)

–J. Amy (July 13, 2016)

Notes: I’ve been absent for a long, long time. I know this, and hopefully this poem explains some of the ‘why’ behind my absence. I’m hoping to be back (regularly) on this blog in the not too distant future. Thanks for your patience. 

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A Moment of Hopefulness: For ML

Rainboots

Photo by Holeysockart, Pixabay

The icy water
In my boot reminds me that
Spring is on its way.
(And also that I need new rubber boots)

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Notes: This morning I had the pleasure of meeting up with a dear friend who posed the question to me: What are some moments of hopefulness for you? It got me looking at things in a new light today and noticing that most of the time the moments of hopefulness in my life creep quietly into small places and spaces, like the crack in my rubber boot. The icy water confirms that I am alive. What are your moments of hopefulness?

Soup’s On!

soup

Photo by: Buu Dang, Pixabay (dangquocbuu)

Soup’s On!

I pick up my spoon
And contemplate leaving you
As you slurp your soup.

                                    –J. Amy

Today’s haiku brought to you by WordPress and their Daily Prompt.

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Stats, Slumps, and Stopping

This poem is in response to WordPress’s Daily Prompt which reads: Go to your Stats page and check your top 3-5 posts. Why do you think they’ve been successful? Find the connection between them, and write about it. 

I don’t usually look at statistics–I enjoyed the end of the year summary from WordPress, which told me where my readers reside (this I find interesting)–but overall, I don’t find them to be particularly beneficial or noteworthy. Not surprisingly, my top posts in the last few days have been the ones I wrote for the Daily Prompt, and the About page, not because they’re the best, but because the Daily Prompts have a higher visibility than my other posts. And the logical next thing to check out is the About page when visiting a new blog.

I’m still working through a bit of a creative slump, so I’m finding these prompts really helpful. It’s like a task for me to complete and even if it’s not my best work, something’s better than nothing.

Enjoy. Or don’t. I won’t check my statistics page!

The Statistical Connection

Seeing my statistics makes me
Think about what I am
Actually trying to accomplish with this blog.
The dream was to share a bit of my writing but since
I have such a fragile writer’s ego I worry because the
Statistics tell me that I have many followers but
That there are way less views in relation to followers.
I‘m not sure if I should keep trying to do what I do or if I should
Change things, but one thing is crystal clear: I need to
Stop looking at statistics.

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Blue Monday

Bins carefully packaged and
Lined with forgotten holiday treasures are tucked away neatly
Under the stairs.
Everything is back to normal

(except that the)

Mailboxes are overflowing with bills;
Opening each one brings another moment of anxiety.
No one can seem to get ahead of the
December debt that
Accumulates over the Holiday Season
Year after year after year.

Notes: This poem is definitely unfinished, (I am not happy with the break between the stanzas) but I wanted to get it up before Blue Monday becomes a distant memory. Even if it’s not scientifically true that yesterday was the most depressing day of the year, it was still a good chance for me to challenge my post-Holiday blues by attempting to access my creativity and write an acrostic poem about the topic.

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I’d love to hear from you!