<![CDATA[Michael Allyn Wells - Poet Home Website - Poet Notes]]>Tue, 02 Jun 2020 16:50:24 -0600Weebly<![CDATA[We must heal...]]>Mon, 01 Jun 2020 16:47:37 GMThttp://michaelwells.ink/poet-notes/we-must-healThe climate in the country now is depressing. The Cavid-19 pandemic, the tragic death of George Floyd and other recent police shootings cast a long shadow over the summer adear. 

I only see the pandemic getting worse. People are not doing wee at face masks and social distancing.  The large number of protesters is likely to kickstart the flair up again, but even around town I see many ignoring the precautions. 

As to the protests - they have become pretty universal across the major cities  and it is disappointing to see the carnage from the rioting. I take his family at their word when they say that George would not want to see his city torn up.  There is a feeling by many that  are are some agitators who have stirred up trouble - setting fires while the majority are peaceful. 

​It is indeed a sad time for America. We need leadership and we are not only not getting leadership, but we are getting agitation that only makes matters worse. I pray that this ends soon and we have leadership again in Washington that we can depend on.  This nation needs to heal ]]>
<![CDATA[What I'm Reading]]>Thu, 09 Apr 2020 14:44:40 GMThttp://michaelwells.ink/poet-notes/what-im-reading1153939
Currently I am reading Floating True by Deborah Jung. Deborah was a Writer to Writer alumni the same time I was (2017).  This is her first book and it is a perfect read for the uncertain times we are trapped in. There is a centering  to it. A generational span of love and memory  through life that is not always so kind. 
<![CDATA[Looking for Any Shard of Hope]]>Sun, 29 Mar 2020 01:56:35 GMThttp://michaelwells.ink/poet-notes/looking-for-any-shard-of-hopeI've forgotten how many days I've been sheltering at home, social distancing, or whatever the hell I am doing.  What I haven't forgotten is the feeling of walls closing in. Of the deep worry that clings to my stomach for the safety of my family and loved ones. I try not to dwell on the Covad19 statistics that are changing daily. I look at them from time to but i find it difficult to process in my mind that these are not numbers, but people. It's devastating. 

We are coming through a period of the year that usually brings me down. SAD or seasonal affective disorder usually leaves somewhere between melancholy and out and out depressed. Baseball season should be starting and it usually ushers in a happier springtime and pushes the blues out of the way. But there is no baseball season and we don't know if MLB will play one at all this year. I'm looking for any positive sign of relief from the drudgery of the Covad19 daily sheltering from the world. 

As crestfallen as I have been today, I did receive news of a poetry acceptance this afternoon. It cheered my up a bit, but these times we are going through cannot be erased by a whole trove of accepted poetry submissions. A part of me says poetry is so insignificant in light of a pandemic. On the other hand, it is the humanity of us all that is at risk, and poetry, music, literature and the arts is the sign of hope that we so greatly need.  ]]>
<![CDATA[Writing Amid Covid 19]]>Thu, 19 Mar 2020 16:20:38 GMThttp://michaelwells.ink/poet-notes/writing-amid-covid-19It seems like it is all around us. Mostly on the two coasts, but closing in. I'm a believer. There are deniers and some not sure. 

I'm trying to do all the precautions and isolate within reason, but as the numbers increase what is reason?  My work is reducing the numbers in our office by rotating employees that will work from home so each of us will be in the office some times and home at others. 

Disinfecting wipes are my friend, but it seems I am shedding friends at an alarming rate and there seems few if any places to find more available.  

I want to stay out of stores as much as possible and I do a pretty good job of this but there are things that you suddenly realize you are out of, like shampoo. Or you need to make a trip to the pharmacy. 

Writing is essentially an act of solitude in itself, but you can get up and stretch your legs and go some place to clear your head.   My daily step count is way down.  Mid-day and I'm under 1100 so far today. That's a sign of just how sedentary this has made me. 

​I found myself watching the TV series Homeland on Hulu.  By watching, I mean binge watching  for periods of time in the evening. This stimulates my mind a bit which is good but takes time away from writing which is not good. In the last 24 hours I have become increasingly aware of the opportunities this pandemic affords any writer, and that is to give witness to these times. This is good fodder for poetry, essay. fiction, you name it. So I will be looking for ways today, and moving forward, to make this connection with my writing.  

In the meantime, I urge others, writers or not, to make good decisions among the choices afforded to us, so that we may remain safe. All of us!
<![CDATA[As appearing in Boston Literary Magazine - January 2020]]>Thu, 16 Jan 2020 17:20:55 GMThttp://michaelwells.ink/poet-notes/as-appearing-in-boston-literary-magazine-january-2020Something We Held in Common

Michael Allyn Wells

Did I miss you
because you were not here
or because I only knew a concept of you?

Can you be angry at someone
you don’t really know
and love them at the same time?

Your name was all I had of you.
It was our name; something we held
in common when I didn’t even have a picture

of you to hold. So, I didn’t really have you.
I could not produce you
for parent-teacher night.

I could not explain
to friends what I did not
understand myself.

When mom sent me with a proxy
to Indian Guides, it was the longest night ever.
Neither of us wanted to be there,

sitting cross legged on the floor
thinking of senseless Indian names
for each other in some cute father son way.

And later, when he wanted to take your name
away from me – in exchange for his,
​I would have no part of it.

​Appeared in Boston Literary Magazine - January 2020

Michael Allyn Wells is an alumnus of the AWP Writer 2 Writer Program, Spring 2017 session. The poet makes his home in Kansas City, with his wife and three rescue dogs. Wells is an avid San Francisco Giants fan, likes wine white and black coffee. His work has appeared in Right Hand Pointing, Montucky Review, Nude Bruce Review, Remington Review, WestWard Quarterly, Best of Boston Literary Magazine, Vol. 1 & Vol 2, and Rockhurst Fine Arts Review, as will other venues.]]>
<![CDATA[Ah, We Have a New Year]]>Sat, 04 Jan 2020 02:56:12 GMThttp://michaelwells.ink/poet-notes/ah-we-have-a-new-yearI came into the new year feeling  especially ready for it. The way things are in the world & our current government, one has to hope this year brings a lot of change and I pray for the better. 

​New years day I attended a yoga - meditation - plan for the new year workshop.  You can read more about it here. I'm trying to map out  my writing projects for the year so that I have some accountability for them.  Today I did a free write ,  I have some reading to do. 

On the up and coming, I have a new poem coming out some time this month. I have other work out for consideration and I hope to get some more out tomorrow. 

Looking forward - albeit with the standard trepidation, to AWP20 in San Antonio, early March. The conference I enjoy, the travel to a new place - accommodations, etc. These are anxiety traps I get caught in and struggle like I'm smack dab in the middle of a spider web.   ]]>
<![CDATA[My 2019 Poet Crush List]]>Sun, 24 Nov 2019 01:36:13 GMThttp://michaelwells.ink/poet-notes/my-2019-poet-crush-list

My 2019 Poet Crush 6 Pack is posted here.  I've been doing this for a number of years.  The process of more exciting poetry being written each year and my familiarity with more poets and their work make this difficult to keep at a 6-Pack. But that's the nature of good art.