Defining a Scene

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I’ve been to a lot of literary festivals, but prior to Friday, I hadn’t been to one in The Netherlands. And then here was this thing: Writers Unlimited. Not stodgy, not stuck-up, not held in a musty room filled only by equally-musty people all speaking with six-inch NPR voices. It was sound booths and DJs pumping international tunes, twenty-foot live trees and tabletops covered in chalkboard, so that while you gulped your beer, you could instantly self-publish. Fiction. Non-fiction. Short speeches dubbed Tirades delivered from a soap box in the middle of the crowded floor. For me, it was love. I will be back again next year.

Only Seventy-Seven Free Poems until Christmas!

Madison, Wisconsin Farmers' Market 2012

Madison, Wisconsin Farmers’ Market 2012

A cold spring morning one year ago, I sat on a wooden folding chair in downtown Madison, Wisconsin with my heart racing. I’d handwritten a sign that read like a curious circus announcement: Words for Curds. Step right up! Poems, Paragraphs, Puns. You think it. I write it…while you wait!

I sat sweating in the near-freezing temperatures until a young girl named Ollie (and her mother) wandered up and asked for a few lines. Ollie had a pair of mischievous cats she thought worthy of an equally clawing poem, and my heart settled in one beat.

Now I’ve moved across The Atlantic. But here it is, an online farmers’ market booth, and I’m so excited to get this going that I’ve decided to write my own advent calendar, 77 poems until Christmas. Etsy won’t let me list for free, so every poem is twenty-five cents. You heard me, a quarter.

You won’t find a cheaper Christmas present or a better way to spend twenty-five pennies on the internet. So, send me your story, or send me nothing at all. Send me the name of your parakeet or your pet rock or your grandmother. Write twenty-five pages about what you want said in one. Something happy. Something sad. Anything you want said. Anything.

Spend your twenty-five cents very wisely right here!

(https://www.etsy.com/listing/165156186/custom-poem-for-25-cents-free-shipping?ref=shop_home_feat)

Important Announcement: Tomorrow is a Writing Day (at the park)

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No long hot shower unless it’s spent reciting poetry. No breakfast but a scant piece of something and lots of black coffee so that my stomach rumbles, suffering just slightly. No hello to my neighbors or their children or their cats as I slam the front door and march my mission to the train station. No smiles on the sidewalk. No conversations in the second class car. Tomorrow is a writing day, which is to say my calendar is full. Meetings from dawn until dusk and then some. Tomorrow is a writing day, and even if I had a cell phone I wouldn’t answer it.

Etsy Store Now Live!

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For those of you in The States, think Labor Day gifts. Or, buy one for my mom’s birthday (September 4). For those of you in The Netherlands, do we really have to wait until All Saints Day in November? I think not. Free reign. Buy away: http://www.etsy.com/shop/christinePSstocke?ref=si_shop.

London Reading

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Anyone in the London Area should swing by The Society Club in Soho Saturday at 6pm. It’s the Structo launch party, Issue 10. I’ll be reading along with several others. Literature and cocktails will be served.

As my own launch, photos and video posts to follow! Next week, I’ll have a beer by myself in the office to kick off the new website.

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