Friday, April 18, 2014

Brand Loyal

Seen Reading:

On an American Airlines flight from JFK to San Juan, Puerto Rico, a twenty-something, well-tanned man in bright orange Nike shoes, white Nike socks, green Nike shorts and a faded red Nike shirt, whose curly brown hair kept falling in his eyes, read nearly the entire flight.  He perched a black Nike ball cap on his knee and bounced it repeatedly.  The book he read?

Carl Hiaasen's The Downhill Lie: A Hacker's Return to a Ruinous Sport.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Happy National Poetry Month!

In honor of this glorious month of wordplay, here's a recap of my weekend in rhyme:

The roses are pruned
the piano is tuned

drove poems to Mounds State Park
to celebrate Hoosier writers before dark

watched, "Saving Mr. Banks"
bowed my head and gave thanks

for the greening grass and chirping birds
(this past winter was so absurd)

and now the kids are off to school
just a few more weeks we'll all be summer fools.

-Stacy Post

Okay, rhyme is not my strongest suit.  But this fits.  For today.  Or maybe I should stick with haiku?

How are you celebrating National Poetry Month?

Monday, April 7, 2014

Turning the Tides of Pages

Seen Reading:

On a shuttle bus to the Indianapolis airport, a bald mustached man in his fifties, hunched over and read a book.  He was dressed in a tan rain jacket, brown pants and brown suede shoes.  His shirt was a plaid button-up with a white undershirt peeking out at the neck. During the shuttle ride that stopped at every shelter, he never looked up once.

What was he so engrossed in reading?

Turning the Tide: The University of Alabama in the 1960s, written by Dr. Earl H. Tilford Ph.D.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Poem Now Available

A big thank you goes to Midwestern Gothic for selecting my poem, Down by the River, for inclusion in their April 2014 issue.  It is available now for purchase at their website:

Go forth and discover many great writers!

Friday, March 28, 2014

Waiting in My E-Mail

A lovely e-mail arrived in my inbox.  An e-mail that set my heart racing.  Even now, I am still pinching myself in disbelief.

One of my ten-minute plays, Ripe Plums Are Falling, has succeeded.  It placed first (FIRST!) in Bellarmine University's 3rd Ten-Minute play competition.  Yay!

Congratulations to all the other winners too:

Steven Bond, Jo Sanders, Edward Palumbo, Stanley Toledo, Valerie Brogan Powell, Ross Tandowsky, and Brook Livingston North

Friday, March 21, 2014

A Word Following Me


I heard it on a CBS Sunday Morning segment.

I heard it at my parents home when celebrating my father's 67th birthday.  He called my boys whippersnappers for a laugh.

I heard it again, on the radio, and didn't catch why it was said, but thought perhaps it was a part of a name of a band?

What is a whippersnapper?  In my mind, it is a reference to someone young who may be challenging the old.  But I looked it up in my Merriam-Webster's Collegiate Dictionary and it says:

n [alter. of snippersnapper] (1700):
a diminutive, insignificant or presumptuous person

Hmm. Okay.  So maybe it does apply to youth in a way, albeit indirect.  But it has popped up on my radar.  Have you heard anyone say whippersnapper in your neck of the woods?  What words are following you?

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Coming Soon...

Good news! 

I have a poem coming out with Midwestern Gothic, a literary journal. It will appear in their upcoming April issue.  They sent me a link for a sneak peek at their cover...which includes my name.  How cool is that?  Have a look:

I can't wait to read all the contributors' work.  I am so delighted to be included!