tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26169117201950169842024-03-05T05:51:21.941-05:00Fish Head Soup: A Little Bit of Everything in One Potpatriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.comBlogger425125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-62672962036734982502022-02-25T19:41:00.008-05:002022-02-27T16:51:43.652-05:00Gisal and the Queen of the Wolves, Part One
I woke from deep slumber
on a small mound of scattering straw, my nose full of the odor of wet hound fur,
and I did not yet remember what had passed to bring me there. The hovel was
morning dark, but I could hear the old woman humming about the cook fire. She
smelled of ancient moss, bone berry and ash, her sun-withered face lit by the
glow of flames. Though I did not know her, I patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-52836514329214165302020-05-22T20:07:00.000-04:002020-05-23T09:30:40.323-04:00Our fear is what connects us
Like many people, I’m sheltering in place, and I’m wearing a mask when I have to go out. Recently, I’ve seen a lot of my neighbors posting comments along the lines of: “If you want to live in fear, go ahead. I choose to enjoy my life!”
The first time I saw this comment, my blood pressure spiked. “I’m not living in fear!” I snarled in my head (and then out loud to Mr. Ross). “I’m living in patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-34785914089719293132019-05-31T19:23:00.002-04:002019-05-31T19:27:47.248-04:00There's a New Memoir Workshop in Town
I'm offering-- for the first time ever-- a memoir workshop.
Join me!
patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-10493006690410253352019-04-15T18:20:00.000-04:002019-04-15T18:20:22.420-04:00Poetry Dragon
It's poetry month, and to celebrate I'm posting one new poetry prompt each day on my Facebook author page. Follow me over there if you're interested in writing poems! You might even pretend you're a dragon if that's your thing.
In other news, a snippet of my poem, "Losing Your Breath," was read on NPR's All Things Considered. Have a listen! And then check back at ATC each Sunday inpatriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-91647112566323526172018-07-18T16:45:00.000-04:002018-07-18T16:51:53.843-04:00Update from the Canyon
Hello!
Has it been a minute or what?
Here's what's happening in my little crook of the canyon:
1. My friend Dana Ross is teaching me how to watercolor. I'm terrible at it, but she's an amazing artist, mentor, and person, and you should totally follow her on Instagram @Congruity.
2. My poem, "Twelfth Anniversary: Heat Lightning" is available from Quiddity International patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-43487075899346196862015-11-05T00:39:00.002-05:002015-11-05T00:42:35.524-05:00In the Belly of the Albatross
Hey, look! I have a book. It took me only thirteen years to get a book published, so I'm a little bit excited. If you order it from the publisher (fabulous Glass Lyre Press) by Nov. 14, you don't have pay for shipping.
Want to know more before committing?
In these moving poems, many of them dramatic monologues spoken by women, Patricia Caspers conjures up the lives of historical patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-73253799759146956602014-08-07T13:14:00.001-04:002014-08-07T13:52:21.919-04:00Writer on a Budget
R and I have recently allotted ourselves $125 per week to spend on groceries, down from the $225 we (OK, I) normally spend on food.
Since moving to California, I've had some, hrm, difficulty in finding gainful employment. My intuitive friend says this is because I'm supposed to be writing instead of job searching.
She may have a point: Before my first job interview, my front tooth fell patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-33526591384944849552014-06-16T23:29:00.000-04:002014-06-16T23:29:45.215-04:00My Belly Finds a Home
BioDivLibrary via Compfight cc
Dear Fish Head Followers,
I'm thrilled to announce that my full-length poetry collection, In the Belly of the Albatross, will be published by the beautiful Glass Lyre Press. The poems in Belly re-envision the narratives of women from myth, legend, history, and the Bible through a feminist lens and show how those narratives are reflected in thepatriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-63468523155247392172014-04-07T19:17:00.001-04:002014-04-07T23:25:47.370-04:00"The Gorgon's Tale" -- Now Available in a Journal Near You
If you haven't ordered your copy of Fjord's Review yet, you should really treat yourself. There's plenty of fine writing to be found there, and I'm honored that they published my poem, "The Gorgon's Tale," which is a feminist retelling of Medusa's story. If you happen to read it, let me know what you think.
patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-47778675554187795692013-12-04T17:17:00.000-05:002013-12-04T17:17:37.951-05:00Generational Literature
Mother Nursing Her Child by the Fireplace
Albert Neuhuys via Wikimedia Commons
Hey gang,
Just a quick pop 'round to let you know that two of my poems, "Laundry Day," and "Mother & Child," appear in the most recent issue of Generations Literary Journal.
It is a beautiful affair, so head on over there and get yourself a copy!
patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-24134428785720817442013-10-23T15:43:00.001-04:002013-10-23T15:43:06.066-04:00Cortlandia
Gene Daniels, NARA
I am honored to have a poem in the new issue of The Cortland Review. Check it out! You can even hear my squeaky voice if you so desire. Alas, I will never find employment in radio.
patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-25585635098255685902013-10-14T13:07:00.001-04:002013-10-14T18:26:08.697-04:00Notes from the Foothills
A hint of autumn color on the trail
We've moved across the country, and it turns out October is half over before I realized it had begun. That's how it is in California. In New England I would start watching in August for the pinkening tips of the leaves, at first with dread for the end of summer, and then as September whipped past us, with joy for the riotous color.
By the end of October,patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-38471747118158320462013-09-04T11:40:00.002-04:002013-09-04T11:40:32.340-04:00Poetry in Record Time
Photo courtesy of Lucky Louie at Wikimedia
With the awesomeness of the Internet, so many literary journals are able to add audio recordings of poems and stories to go along with the text of the author's work as well as those writerly head shots.
I've recently had two writer friends ask me how to record themselves reading their work in WAV format so that it might be added to a journal's webpatriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-49686020940661890522013-08-27T16:24:00.000-04:002013-08-27T16:24:06.664-04:00From the Archives
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patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-63914277015992340472013-07-04T02:44:00.001-04:002013-07-04T02:44:40.600-04:00All Sun and No Words
Greetings from The Land of Too Much Sunshine,
We have returned to California at last, and there's one thing we really can't say here in the foothills: "It's not the heat; it's the humidity."
It is the heat.
When Buckaroo and I get in my tiny silver bell of a car for our daily drive to the fully air-conditioned public library, the temperature reads an ugly 110. I'm thankful for my patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-86186198744897656842013-04-04T09:00:00.000-04:002013-04-04T09:00:13.539-04:00Quidditied
Hello good people,
I'm so excited to share the audio version of my poem "Losing Your Daughter in the Bookstore," from Quiddity. Click on the "National Poetry Month" episode and gorge your ears on all the delicious poetry there.
patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-24374911852172402862013-03-13T20:56:00.001-04:002013-03-13T20:56:24.370-04:00The Submission Count
I attended AWP in Boston last week, where there was much talk of women's place (or lack of place) in contemporary literature. (If you haven't seen VIDA's somewhat disheartening count comparing the number of men and women appearing in journals in the last three years, you can find it here.)
One response to the disparity found in the charts is the suggestion that women submit less often than patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-67459068031536635542013-03-13T12:21:00.001-04:002013-03-13T12:21:03.954-04:00Futurecycled
My poem, "Since You've Been Away, the Garden" is now available from FutureCycle Press. Order your copy today!
The folks at FutureCycle are creating an anthology in honor of Malala Yousafzai as part of their Good Works project. Head on over and submit.
patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-21674498786250255122013-02-01T07:59:00.002-05:002013-02-01T07:59:32.582-05:00Plugging In, Branching Out
Portait of a Lady at a Drawing Table by Paul Sandby
Hey folks,
I've got a new website where you can learn more about me than you ever wanted to know. Have a look-see: www.patriciacaspers.com.
Don't worry, though. I'll still be hanging around these parts.
patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-84294393505025283072013-01-18T07:07:00.000-05:002013-02-01T07:46:12.261-05:00The Next Big Thing
Medusa by Jacek Malczewski, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
I've been invited by Cynthia Reeeser to share about my work in progress through the blog series The Next Big Thing. So, here it goes:
What is your working title of your book? _In the Belly of the Albatross_
Where did the idea come from for the book? It was sort of organic. I was combing through my poems and realized manypatriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-35168683006128457872013-01-16T13:50:00.002-05:002013-01-27T18:05:54.931-05:00More Adventures in De-Wheating
I realized that I left you all hanging with the half baked stout bread in my last post (from The Joy of Gluten-Free Sugar-Free Baking by Reinhart and Wallace), and I know how curious you must be. Here's the dealio: Buckaroo and R liked the stout bread. Buckaroo has eaten it for breakfast and dinner.
I, however, was not a fan. The bread is bready for sure. It has a fabulous-- dare-I-say patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-87554897620794326962013-01-16T12:51:00.001-05:002013-01-16T12:51:26.168-05:00Wintertidings
I can't believe I forgot to let you all know that I have a poem up at The Boiler. It's all awesomeness over there, so get to it.
Photo courtesy of Tom Courser at Wikimedia Commons
patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-14764940677507433772013-01-16T12:43:00.003-05:002013-01-16T12:52:32.632-05:00Post Script: Pancakes
I have a new pancake recipe thanks to my lovely Aunt Phyllis. Buckaroo and I found this one quite fluffy, but I did substitute milk for the water and added a smidge of vanilla and honey as well. I'm not sure that R will appreciate them as he is not a fan of coconut oil-- or coconut in any form-- but I liked them muchly, as did my five-year-old boy.
Photo courtesy of Joshua at patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-47787085731612272282013-01-13T20:14:00.001-05:002013-01-13T20:14:19.324-05:00Wheat-Free Buckaroo
Today I'm diverging from my usual poetic ways to talk about my boy and his food.
Buckaroo still battles his unwheatiness, and it's tough. There are few foods the boy enjoys, and even fewer healthy foods, so I tend to stuff him full of bread, which makes him red, rashy, and itchy all over. When the rash is particularly angry, we cut back for a while, but it never lasts long.
Recently, Buckaroopatriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616911720195016984.post-17750773725387119392012-10-20T11:10:00.004-04:002012-10-20T11:10:26.712-04:00Truth or Storyscape?
I've got three poems up at Storyscape, lucky woman that I am. It's a supercool issue, so check it out.
patriciacaspershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048071609997739569noreply@blogger.com1