Watermelon Goblins, A Short Short Story

Check out Teresa Valle’s flash fiction story, Watermelon Goblins, on her blog, Cuentos, Little Stories by Teresa(Note: the link points to the full poem which has a couple of slightly off-color words.  Nothing major, but I like to warn people.) 

Here is an excerpt:

There’s a story everybody tells about a box that should never be opened, and in the story of course somebody always opens it and then things happen. This is a story told by all the people of the world, is what my grandmother always said. In some stories the box is made of gold, or pewter, or brass. In some it is made of woven rushes, or thin porcelain or wood. In my grandmother’s version, the box is made of mud, and inside the box lives a storyteller also made of mud. He is a mud goblin, with reaching hands and a large slobbering mouth.

It’s a pleasantly rambling story, yet it is still cohesive in its own quirky way.  It almost reads like creative nonfiction, except it’s creative fiction.  Teresa admits to “blenderizing fact and fiction” in her About Me page, so who knows, part of it could be nonfiction.  She also shares on her About Me page that her brothers have enormous foreheads but that her and her iguana have relatively small ones.

A Poem About Poems — Naomi Shihab Nye

Thank you to Amy Sorensen, a.k.a. The English Geek, for bringing this poem to my attention in her post, Why I Love April.  It’s by Naomi Shihab Nye and was written in response to one of the poet’s students asking her to write him a poem:

Valentine for Ernest Mann
by Naomi Shihab Nye

You can’t order a poem like you order a taco.
Walk up to the counter, say, “I’ll take two”
and expect it to be handed back to you
on a shiny plate.

Still, I like your spirit.
Anyone who says, “Here’s my address,
write me a poem,” deserves something in reply.
So I’ll tell you a secret instead:
poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes,
they are sleeping. They are the shadows
drifting across our ceilings the moment
before we wake up. What we have to do
is live in a way that lets us find them.

Once I knew a man who gave his wife
two skunks for a valentine.
He couldn’t understand why she was crying.
“I thought they had such beautiful eyes.”
And he was serious. He was a serious man
who lived in a serious way. Nothing was ugly
just because the world said so. He really
liked those skunks. So, he re-invented them
as valentines and they became beautiful.
At least, to him. And the poems that had been hiding
in the eyes of skunks for centuries
crawled out and curled up at his feet.

Maybe if we re-invent whatever our lives give us
we find poems. Check your garage, the odd sock
in your drawer, the person you almost like, but not quite.
And let me know.

Freakin’ Donkey-Butt Comment Spammers!!!

Okay, I try not to cuss in this blog, so you can replace “Freakin'” and “donkey-butt” with words of your choice.

One of the things you have to contend with when you put something on the internet and then open it up to comments from the public are spammers, or people who will only comment on your article in order to include a link back to their own website.  Most of the time, they don’t even read what you wrote.  These comments are usually easy to spot, but some bottom-feeders are trickier than others.  I was almost fooled by this guy…

Somehow i missed the point. Probably lost in translation 🙂 Anyway … nice blog to visit.
cheers, Tectonics!

I have A Bunch of Wordz set up to approve all comments, so I have to read them first, and I almost put this one through.  But then I looked at the post it was attached to — a very well written and easy to understand piece by guest blogger Lincoln Crisler about how to get published.  What’s there to get lost in translation?  Nothing.

So I decided to take part of the comment, put it in quotes, and google it.  Up came 28 pages of of the same exact comment, all obviously posted by the same person, but signed with different names.  The links all go back to various free lycos websites, none of which have anything on them (they all say “under construction”).  So I don’t even know why this scumbag is spamming everyone when he or she doesn’t even have a website.

Anyway, here’s the dirtbag’s IP address and email:

IP:  61.40.170.195

Email:  degreearm@gmail.com

I couldn’t find their name from the IP address, or I would have posted it.  If you’re more savvy about researching that sort of stuff than I am, feel free to add a comment with the information. 

And please, feel free to email this person, as well.  (Although I would guess, based on all their different names and websites, they have a large number of email accounts.  So I’m not sure if they would read their email any more than they would read an actual webpage they were commenting on).

Gah!  I hate these people.  Anway…end of rant and lemons to lemonade and all of that.  Here are a few posts that this person spammed.  You will find some interesting reading here.