Carrie Does Poems

Sometime When I Read a Poem

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 29 Apr 2024 13:12:21 +0000

Sometimes when I read a poem, Right after, I have to find another and plunge Down between its lines, a better kind of baptism, Just to get clean. I run out of breath, sometimes. Sometimes, I meet myself in the spaces.

I Saw a Poet's Face Today

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 22 Apr 2024 12:29:43 +0000

The Poet's Faceby Carrie JonesI saw the poet’s face for the first time Today. It wasn’t what I expected, More Springsteen than Jesus. His head tilted To the side like a dog when it just can’t Figure out what her humans are trying To say. His brow was heavy, eyes too sad, Bags beneath them holding all the wrongs we’ve All accumulated just beneath skin. I wonder if those wrongs are what leaks out Onto the pages, again and again. I saw the poet’s face today. It was What I expected. There was no beauty Just age and sadness and […]

What we are, what we might be, a poem

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 08 Apr 2024 16:13:38 +0000

Here’s a poem.

Journeys, a poem

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 25 Mar 2024 17:15:41 +0000

JOURNEYS Carrie Jones We both dreamt of journeys last night. He rode a Harley, but didn’t know the shifting pattern, Told the others he was with he’d find it on his phone and catch up. I drove with my long-dead dad, talking. He was taking me to his house To meet his girlfriend who is twenty years younger. “I hope you Still love me,” he said. “Even though I’m dead. And my girlfriend . . .” I told him I do. And in my husband’s other dream, we headed Down a two-lane highway, lights and military jets above us Circling […]

Another America Poem

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 18 Mar 2024 12:33:37 +0000

KINDNESS IS SO SOFT

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 11 Mar 2024 17:23:53 +0000

Kindness is So Soft, a poem While I sat with my little on the green grassBy the ocean and tried to work through my broken becauseOf yet another guy accusing me of playing games,A man with the wrinkles and curved back failed to negotiateThe turn and his Subaru hit the Peterbilt, damaging both a littleAs they maneuvered on Ells Pier in my tiny town. The Subaru’s tire flattened while both men hopped out to inspect the damage.“I’m so sorry,” Subaru Man said, voice quivering from age or nerves or just the collisionOf two hard things striking each other. The Truck […]

A S-Word Birthday Poem

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 04 Mar 2024 16:51:51 +0000

Pits, a poem

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 26 Feb 2024 13:53:16 +0000

SHOUT OUT! The music we’ve clipped and shortened in this podcast is awesome and is made available through the Creative Commons License. Here’s a link to that and the artist’s website. Who is this artist and what is this song? It’s “Summer Spliff” by Broke For Free. WE HAVE EXTRA CONTENT ALL ABOUT LIVING HAPPY OVER HERE! It’s pretty awesome.

THE EFFORT - a poem about grandmothers and pie

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 19 Feb 2024 18:02:42 +0000

THE EFFORT by Carrie Jones My grandmothers—all dead— Wander through my head in couplets Though I need to make a pie today, For dinner, and it just feels like so much effort, So much effort just to get me To this day, to this pie making. My nana was strong: gardener, hospital volunteer, Bridge player, terrible cook. You’d cut in her chicken pies And water would leak out. My avó never Had enough to make a pie. She was all about soup. Another, only believed in boiling and broiling. Only my nana worked, every day, all day. Poets write about […]

Baditude Catitude A Poem

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 12 Feb 2024 12:41:00 +0000

I wrote a poem. I changed the title 8,000 times and I’m not happy with the amounts of “Her” in it, but here it is.

HANCOCK COUNTY JAIL NUMBER 14455

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 29 Jan 2024 13:04:27 +0000

Post Seizure Poem

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 22 Jan 2024 16:21:26 +0000

Here's this week's random poem. I had a hard time drafting this week.

Try To Understand the Cat

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 15 Jan 2024 14:40:07 +0000

So, in 2024, I’m trying (goal here) to write a poem every workday and share one of these drafts every week.

I’m not sure how I’ll do.

The reason for this is because I am afraid of the sound of my voice (past bullying and current comparisons to a Muppet), and I don’t want to be afraid of my voice. And poems are a way (on the page and in the air) of being really out-there about your voice (both the sound and the meaning).

Thanks for being with me on this journey as I try to face what I’m scared of, which turns out to be myself.

LET IT BE, for Marge Piercy

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 08 Jan 2024 13:56:00 +0000

So, in 2024, I'm trying (goal here) to write a poem every workday and share one of these drafts every week.

I'm not sure how I'll do.

The reason for this is because I am afraid of the sound of my voice (past bullying and current comparisons to a Muppet), and I don't want to be afraid of my voice. And poems are a way (on the page and in the air) of being really out-there about your voice (both the sound and the meaning).

Thanks for being with me on this journey as I try to face what I'm scared of, which turns out to be myself.

I call this one "LET IT BE" and it's for Marge Piercy, the real poet, because of the quotes in the first line.

Mothers

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 18 Dec 2023 10:58:59 +0000

A poem

You can hear the rain in the background. Apologies. It is impressively stormy here today.

The Story's Structure

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Tue, 24 Oct 2023 10:52:08 +0000

I wrote a poem this morning. You can hear Sparty snoring in the background. He has been sick so I couldn't bear to move him. Apologies for that.

THE STORY'S STRUCTURE The beginning is here. You set up what might happen. You show all the character’s flaws, What they need to learn, the lie they believe About themselves, about the world. Spoiler: This is what they’ll learn by the end. They will learn that the lie is not true. This is where the character waits in the margins Or hides in cupboards or bedrooms To come flouncing or trudging onto the page, Defined by black ink usually, by words and actions and a meet-cute. The middle is where things get murky. This is meant to be the bulk of the book’s life. Your character is past the point of no return, They have nestled into a giant peach or a wizard world, And things are fun and games, but not necessarily, Actually, fun unless they are into hard lessons, And everything they want being blocked not just by outside forces— Those beastly antagonists—but also by the lie they keep choosing to believe. But good things happen here, too. Boys fly brooms. Enchanted forests are explored. We are into a world of magic, of falling in love. Until we are not. And that is the end. Which sounds terrifying, doesn’t it? It’s a bed without a head on a pillow. It’s a final set of empty pages without words. That’s too negative. This is what it is: The end is the place where realizations happen For us and for the character we’ve been watching. We find out that we’ve both been believing a lie. We find out that we don’t have to wait in the damn Margins or stay in the lines that march across a life —I mean a page—and we damn sure don’t have to be Plath in a kitchen, Sexton in a garage. Hemingway in the foyer. We can choose to continue. This is what sequels and semicolons are for: For learning all over again; adventuring all over again; becoming all over again. We are more than three act structures, aren’t we? I think we are.

Billy Collins

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 22 May 2023 14:09:01 +0000

Tough Enough

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 03 Apr 2023 19:39:31 +0000

Hi! This year (2023), I'm continuing my quest to share a poem on my blog and podcast and read it aloud. It's all a part of my quest to be brave and apparently the things that I'm scared about still include:

My spoken voice
My raw poems.

Thanks for being here with me and cheering me on, and I hope that you can become braver this year, too!

https://livinghappy.substack.com/

Off The Record

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 13 Feb 2023 12:06:29 +0000

My spoken voice
My raw poems.

Thanks for being here with me and cheering me on, and I hope that you can become braver this year, too!

Hey, thanks for listening to Carrie Does Poems.

The music you hear is made available through the creative commons and it’s a bit of a shortened track from the fantastic Eric Van der Westen and the track is called "A Feather" and off the album The Crown Lobster Trilogy.

The Sea Smoke Rolls

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 06 Feb 2023 14:03:24 +0000

My spoken voice
My raw poems.

Thanks for being here with me and cheering me on, and I hope that you can become braver this year, too!

Hey, thanks for listening to Carrie Does Poems.

To My Trolls, Coming Into My World

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 23 Jan 2023 16:33:39 +0000

My spoken voice
My raw poems.

Thanks for being here with me and cheering me on, and I hope that you can become braver this year, too!

Hey, thanks for listening to Carrie Does Poems.

Reveille

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 09 Jan 2023 13:29:00 +0000

My spoken voice
My raw poems.

Thanks for being here with me and cheering me on, and I hope that you can become braver this year, too!

Hey, thanks for listening to Carrie Does Poems.

The Ask

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 02 Jan 2023 15:09:51 +0000

My spoken voice
My raw poems.

Thanks for being here with me and cheering me on, and I hope that you can become braver this year, too!

Hey, thanks for listening to Carrie Does Poems.

https://freemusicarchive.org/music/eric-van-der-westen/the-crown-lobster-trilogy-selection

Christmas Cheer

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 19 Dec 2022 13:34:00 +0000

Hi! This year (2022), I've decided to share a poem on my blog and podcast and read it aloud. It's all a part of my quest to be brave and apparently the things that I'm scared about still include:

My spoken voice
My raw poems.

Thanks for being here with me and cheering me on, and I hope that you can become braver this year, too!

Just so you all know, if my poem is about a relationship, it might not be about my own current relationship or even about me.

Hey, thanks for listening to Carrie Does Poems.

https://freemusicarchive.org/music/eric-van-der-westen/the-crown-lobster-trilogy-selection

Grammy Barnard Poem: A DREAM

Carrie Jones and Shaun Farrar — Mon, 12 Dec 2022 11:42:36 +0000

Hi! This year (2022), I've decided to share a poem on my blog and podcast and read it aloud. It's all a part of my quest to be brave and apparently the things that I'm scared about still include:

My spoken voice
My raw poems.

Thanks for being here with me and cheering me on, and I hope that you can become braver this year, too!

I say all that, but sometimes I feature a Grammy Barnard Poem. Grammy Barnard died at the age of 102 and I was the youngest child by a lot of her youngest child, so in my head she was always older. I think she was in her 70s when I was born.

These poems make me feel a bit closer to her, allow me to imagine her in her 30s. And I like being able to do that. So, here's a Grammy Barnard poem.

Hey, thanks for listening to Carrie Does Poems.

https://freemusicarchive.org/music/eric-van-der-westen/the-crown-lobster-trilogy-selection