by Ed DeCaria
My 4-year-old rejects her meals
then begs for snacks and nibbles
My 2-year-old sees fit to fill
our walls with Sharpie scribbles
My infant son finds puking fun,
but those are minor quibbles:
I’m hopped-up! Happy! HYPER! … WHY?
I’m judging this year’s Cybils!
© 2013 Ed DeCaria, All Rights Re…You know what? You can do whatever you want with that one.
I am pleased to again serve on the panel charged with selecting the most distinguished kids’ poetry books of 2013. I was a second round judge last year, which was pretty intense because of the finality of our decision. As a first round judge this year, I expect a similarly engaging (if a bit less pressure-packed) experience trying to agree with my colleagues on a short list of candidates for 2013′s Cybils poetry award.
Learn more about the 2013 Cybils poetry judges and get ready to nominate your favorite kids’ or young adult poetry books soon!
I’m returning from my insanely-extended post-Madness Spring Break to welcome viewers of Pittsburgh’s KDKA TV to Think, Kid, Think!
Our March Madness Poetry 2013 champion, Dave Crawley, is on live TV this morning to talk about the tournament and show off the The Thinkier trophy:
For those who didn’t know, the trophy was damaged during shipping to Dave’s house, so naturally Dave is going to use his TV time to glue the trophy guy’s head back on! On live TV! Kids’ poets are nothing if not practical.
[EDIT: Click here to watch the 5-minute clip!]
For new Pittsburgh readers, thank you for visiting TKT. You can access all poems from #MMPoetry 2013 here and everything else from the menu atop this page. Also be sure to check out my poem “The Fort Pitt Tunnel”. Pretty sure you’ll like it.
Go Pirates! May August and September be kind to you …
I just did something dumb. Like really-really dumb. SUPERDUMB.
I opened a “Family Size” bag of Doritos, dumped the entire contents onto my kitchen table, and …
Ate them? No. (That would have been smart.)
Crushed them into tiny crumbs and fashioned action figures out of them? No. (But that would have been fun.)
Carefully picked up the chips one at a time, hand-counted and recorded the number of individual flecks of spice on each, and placed them neatly back into the bag?
Yes. Yes, I did.
(Like I said: DUMB.)
And, naturally, that brings us to Poetry Friday!
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As a human, certain things annoy me, and certain happenings frustrate me.
As a writer, those same things and happenings also always challenge me. While the human me wants to whine or complain or throw a fit, the writer me wants to step back and analyze and create something valuable from the experience.
I perceive most everything in my life from both of these perspectives. Even in my most human moments, my dispassionate writer self is standing in the back corner, just watching … thinking … looking for some new angle to be explored.
But through all of life’s fights and failures, insults and injuries — all of which give me at least some small drip of fuel as a writer — one thing stands out as a source of extreme annoyance and frustration that routinely leaves my writer self a writhing, hysterical, helplessly human mess:
That’s right … reCAPTCHA. The squint-inducing internet anti-spam program that spews out nonsensical alphanumeric sequences and demands that I, a human, prove to it, a robot, that I am not a robot. The cruelty! The twisted logic!! The extra clicks!!!
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